Page 38 of The Reality of Wanting Him (Love Without Labels #1)

He does exactly what I say, looking like my perfect fantasy as I push through his tight ring of muscle.

As soon as I feel the head of my cock sink inside of him, he gasps.

It’s somehow even better than I imagined, and every instinct in me is screaming to slam inside, to bury myself deep in this man that I’ve fallen for, but I force myself to go slow.

I want this to feel good for him. I need it to be everything he’s imagined and more.

Wrapping my hand around his cock, I stroke him to give him something else to focus on while he adjusts to the new sensation of me inside him.

Whispering words of encouragement in his ear, I lean over him and admire how hot he looks with his legs butterflied for me.

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby. I can’t believe I’m the first man to ever be inside you.

You’re doing so good for me. Taking me so well.

That’s it, B, breathe. You’re incredible. ”

Each word seems to help him relax further and he melts against me as I slowly sink in deeper, inch by inch. He’s so hot and tight, and I swear it’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt.

I’m almost fully inside of him and he gasps. “Fuck, you’re so big—oh my god?—”

I still for a second, letting him adjust and peppering him with kisses on every inch of skin I can reach. “Breathe, you’re doing so good,” I remind him.

His breath shudders out as he tilts his hips up further, still holding his legs up behind his knees. “More,” he begs. “Please, Liam.”

There’s no way I could say no to that. I sink in further and let out a grunt when my cock is completely buried inside of him. “You okay?” I rasp.

Blake nods. “Yeah, just—fuck. You’re so deep. You feel so big. You’re huge.”

I smirk, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Want me to move, B?”

“Yes,” he gasps. “Please.”

That’s all I need to hear. I pull back enough so that just my tip is inside of him before I slowly push my hips forward again.

I set an easy pace to let him get used to this new feeling.

I want to devour him, want to fuck him so hard he can’t think about anything else for days, but there will be more time for that.

I also want his first time to be everything he didn’t know he needed.

I want him to feel me everywhere—want him to crave this connection. To crave me.

I drape my body over his, leaning down to grab a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back so I can kiss him, swallowing his moans as I fuck into him.

The sounds he’s making are driving me wild, inspiring even more possessive feelings inside of me.

“You’re mine,” I growl against his lips as I thrust into him a bit harder. “You belong to me.”

“Yours.” His voice breaks on the word. “Fuck, I’m yours.”

My hips pick up speed, I’m desperate to push him over the edge, for him to shatter beneath me in the best way, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure I’m introducing him to.

I want him to know how much I’m his too.

I adjust my angle again, and I know the exact moment I hit his prostate because Blake chokes on a moan, his whole body tensing as his arms wrap around me, fingers clawing down my back. “Oh, fuck?—”

“Right there?”

“Yes,” he cries. “Fuck, Liam, right there—don’t stop, don’t fucking stop. ”

I tighten my grip in his hair, yanking his head back even farther, loving the control he gives me as I kiss him.

I swallow every desperate moan that spills from his lips as he completely unravels beneath me, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Every sound he makes, every twitch of his muscles, every plea, only makes me want to claim him even more.

“You like being fucked like this, huh, straight boy?” I say against his lips, my thrusts continuing to pick up speed.

Blake whimpers as he looks up at me through his lashes. “Only you,” he breathes. “Only want you, Liam.”

The caveman part of me loves knowing I’m the only one who’s ever been inside him. Loves knowing that I’m the only one he’s completely handed control over to.

“You’re so pretty like this, baby.” I groan again, pressing my forehead against his.

Blake gasps at my words, his whole body shuddering beneath me. He truly is breathtaking with flushed cheeks and wild eyes. He lets out a whimper, and I know he’s getting close, so I reach down to stroke his cock again.

“Come for me,” I order, moving my fist in sync with my thrusts. “Come while I’m inside you.”

Blake lets out a broken sob, his entire body clenching around me as he finally shatters, coming hard between us, coating his chest with his release.

The way he squeezes impossibly tighter around my dick has me following him over the edge, spilling inside the condom.

I’ve never wanted to fuck someone bare before, but I wish there was nothing between us.

I want to fill him with my release, mark him as mine from the inside and then watch my cum drip out of him.

Just the thought of that has my cock twitching once more inside of him.

I drop my forehead to his again, still catching my breath before pressing a kiss to his temple.

He’s panting beneath me, body still trembling.

I brush my fingers through his sweat-soaked blond hair, tracing down the side of his face, watching as his hazel eyes flutter back open.

He’s looking at me like I hung the damn moon, and I can only hope that means it was as good for him as it was for me.

“You’re so pretty when you come,” I whisper.

His face goes red and he buries it in my shoulder as he laughs. “Shut up.”

I chuckle, tightening my hold on him as my hand smooths over his neck. “Nope. You’re mine. I’ll call you pretty as much as I want because you are, baby. You really are.”

His breath hitches and I think he’s going to roll away from me, but he just whispers into my skin, “Say it again.”

I want to give Blake everything, so I do just that. I press my lips to his forehead, then his cheek, then finally back to his lips. “You’re so fucking pretty, B,” I rasp against his mouth.

He wraps his arms tighter around me like he can’t stand even an inch of space between us, and as much as I love how he melts for me, I know I melt for him just the same.

The last thing I want is to leave him for even a second, but I want to make sure Blake feels taken care of, so I force myself to slip out of bed and head to the bathroom to grab a warm washcloth.

By the time I get back, I half expect him to be passed out from everything we just did. But instead, he’s watching me with so much affection in his eyes that it knocks the air straight out of my lungs.

I sit beside him, gently wiping him down, taking my time because I like the way his body relaxes under my touch.

“You okay?” I ask, my voice rough.

“I’m perfect.” Blake hums his confirmation. He’s stretched out in my bed and it’s my new favorite visual. I want to take a picture, make it my phone background, get a huge canvas printed and hang it on the wall so that I can always see him just like this.

But he’s staying, I can have the real thing .

I toss the washcloth in the empty laundry basket in the corner of the room and climb under the sheets, pulling him close.

His body immediately molds to mine, and I’ll never get used to how right he feels against me.

His leg hooks over my hip and his face buries into the crook of my neck.

It gives me the perfect positioning to tighten my hold on him and trace lazy circles against his bare skin.

After a moment, he shifts slightly, just enough to tilt his head up so our eyes meet. “I had a really great day with you today,” Blake sighs.

“Me too, baby” I murmur, pressing a kiss to his temple. “I’m so glad you got to meet my dad. He loved you just like I knew he would.” I pause for just a moment before forcing the rest of my thoughts out. “I just wish you could have met my mom, too.”

Blake tilts his head up to look at me. “Will you tell me about her?”

I swallow against the sudden tightness in my throat, a familiar ache that never fully fades.

Every time I think about her, I feel an overwhelming mix of happiness and grief.

“My mom was incredible. She cared so deeply, just like my dad. I know she would have loved you too. She and my dad did everything together, it was so obvious how in love they were. They really set the foundation for how I view relationships.” I smile to myself at memories of them always laughing, smiling for no reason, working together as a team even to do the simplest things.

Blake is quiet for a moment as he moves his fingers to trail around my collarbone. Then, so soft I almost don’t hear it, he says, “I wish I knew what that was like.”

My chest tightens as I pull him even closer, like somehow holding him tighter could make up for everything he’s missed.

I wish I could rewrite his past, give him the kind of love he deserved from the very beginning—the kind that doesn’t come with conditions.

Not that his parents don’t love him, I’m sure they do in their own way.

But it’s obvious from everything he’s told me about them, and from how disappointed he sounded explaining that they didn’t care to be in town to meet me, that their way was never quite enough for Blake.

He craves affection, warmth, a love that doesn’t make him wonder if he’s asking for too much.

It sounds like the only connection he’s ever gotten that from is his dogs.

I want to give him all of it. I don’t want him to ever question how I feel about him, exactly as he is.

“Keep going,” he encourages. “What was your favorite thing about her?”

I take a breath, sifting through years of memories. How do you pick just one thing about someone you loved so much? But I do have something pretty amazing I haven’t told him about yet.

“She was a planner, and she wasn't about to leave this earth without imparting every ounce of wisdom she possibly could on me. She left a detailed list for my dad of ideas for the farm, things to do with me that she’d wished she could do herself. She even bought me a present to open for all of my birthdays until I turned twenty-one, each accompanied by a card that was full of advice for me for that stage of my life.”

My mind drifts to the bottle of whiskey she gave me for my birthday that year.

I still have it, untouched except for the one drink I know she’d wanted to share with me.

It felt too important to drink casually, so I’ve been saving it.

I want to toast with it on my wedding night, when my future babies join our family, maybe when we accomplish something from her list on the farm.

I want to save it for the big moments in life, the ones where I’d want to celebrate with her.

“My twenty-second birthday was probably the hardest, knowing there wouldn’t be any more gifts or cards from her.

My dad admitted that she wanted to buy me presents until I was one hundred, but she felt guilty with how much all her treatments were costing.

” I sigh at that and Blake notices. He squeezes me tighter, placing a kiss on my jaw, not rushing me, just letting me know he’s here, so I keep going.

“I love revisiting her cards. I have all of them, and she’s got some damn good advice.

I just wish she could have told me herself instead of having to write it all down, but I’m so lucky to still have my dad and that I had a mom who cared so much to even think to do that in the first place.

” I think about all the ways my dad has been there for me over the years, how he never let me feel like I was missing out by only having one living parent.

“My dad has always been one of those men who’s just a natural father,” I tell him.

“Like he was meant to raise children, always making it look easy. I’m not sure if they ever wanted more kids, but they always made me feel like I was their whole world.

And she was it for him, you know? He’s never dated, never even seemed interested.

Their love was the once-in-a-lifetime kind, and that’s what I want. ”

That’s what I want for us.

His fingers are still dancing around my skin as I let the weight of what I shared settle between us.

He takes a moment to absorb what I’m saying and then speaks.

“Do you think we could have that? That you could have that with me?” His voice is soft, but the insecurity in his tone is so far from his usual cocky demeanor, that I feel a flash of guilt that I’ve ever made him question my feelings or my commitment to him.

I turn to face Blake fully, wanting to look into his eyes, hoping he can see the honesty shining in mine as I cup his jaw in my hand. “Yeah, B. I do. I wouldn’t have let us get this far in if I didn’t.”

He exhales sharply, like he’s been holding his breath waiting for me to confirm it.

He still looks hesitant though, gaze roaming my face, searching for something.

His lips are parted, like there’s something else he wants to say caught in his throat, something he’s not sure if he’s ready to voice.

I recognize it because I feel it too—the weight of emotions that are bigger than either of us expected.

I’ll take the leap for both of us. I don’t want to give him any more reasons to doubt the way I feel about him.

“You don’t have to say it back if you’re not ready,” I murmur, brushing my thumb over his cheek.

“But I need you to know that I love you, Blake.” I’ve been afraid to admit it, even to myself.

But I think I’ve known for awhile now, and after today, finally seeing him in my world, there’s no use in pretending I’m not completely in love with this man.

His breath stutters, and for a second, he just stares at me, eyes wide like he can’t believe I actually said the words. Then, his face splits into the softest, happiest fucking smile I’ve ever seen.

“Say it again,” he whispers.

I lean in, pressing our foreheads together, letting my lips brush over his as I repeat it, slower this time.

“I love you.”

A shaky breath leaves his lips, and then, “I love you too,” he says, voice raw with emotion. “Fuck, I love you so much.”

The second the words are out, before I even get a chance to process how hearing them makes me feel, he’s kissing me, pulling me impossibly close like he’s afraid I might disappear.

But I’m not going anywhere.

I kiss him back with everything I have, sealing the words between us, pouring every ounce of love I have into him. He melts against me, and my racing heart begins to settle, the feeling of him so close providing me with a sense of peace unlike anything I’ve ever known.

This is it.

This is the love I’ve been waiting for.