“I know,” he said, his fingers still moving lazily inside me, not enough to make me come but enough to keep me on the edge. “But I want to watch your face when you shatter beneath me.”
I reached down between us, wrapping my hand around histhick length and stroking firmly. His hips bucked into my touch, a groan escaping his lips.
“I need you inside me. Now,” I demanded, guiding him toward my entrance.
He rose above me, his eyes locked on mine as he positioned himself, but then he hesitated, starting to pull away as if to reach for the nightstand. I tightened my grip on him, a silent question in my eyes.
"Wait," I whispered, my voice a little shaky. "It's okay. I'm on the pill."
He paused, his body tense above me, his gaze searching mine with a new intensity. "Beth," he said, his voice low and serious. "Are you sure? We don't have to..."
"I'm sure," I said, my heart hammering.
He took a breath, his thumb brushing across my cheek. "I'm clean," he said, his voice raw with sincerity. "Completely. I haven't been with anyone since... well, for almost a year before I met you."
My eyes widened.A year?A man who looked like him, who moved like him? The thought, the sheer self-control of it, was almost as big a turn-on as his hands on my body. It spoke of a focus and a integrity that was so profoundly... Sean.
"Me too," I said, meeting his intense gaze without flinching. "Clean. And there's been no one else since that first night with you. Only you."
His eyes searched mine for a long moment, a silent question passing between us that had nothing to do with disease and everything to do with trust. I nodded, a silent promise.I trust you.
A slow, devastating smile touched his lips. He leaned down and kissed me, a deep, reverent kiss that sealed the unspoken deal. When he pulled back, he positioned himself again. In onepowerful thrust, he filled me completely, drawing a cry from both of us. The stretch was exquisite, my body adjusting to accommodate his size, but this time it felt different. It was the feeling of total surrender, of absolute trust, and it was more profound than any orgasm.
He stilled momentarily and pressed his forehead against mine, our breath mingling.
“I missed you so fucking much,” he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. “Not just this—though God knows I missed fucking you—but everything. Your laugh, your smile, the way you look at me like I’m the only man in the world.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Show me,” I demanded again, rolling my hips to encourage him to move.
He withdrew almost completely before slamming back in, setting a punishing pace that had the headboard slamming against the wall and the mattress springs protesting beneath us.
“Yes,” I hissed, meeting each thrust with equal force. “Harder, Sean. Fuck me harder.”
He complied, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder to change the angle, hitting deeper with each thrust. The new position allowed him to hit that perfect spot inside me, and I felt my orgasm building rapidly.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. “Take what you need, baby. Show me how much you missed this cock.”
I reached between us, my fingers finding my clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. The additional stimulation was all I needed. My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, my inner walls clamping down on him as wave after wave of pleasure washed through me.
“Sean!” I screamed, my back arching as my vision went white with pleasure.
“Fuck, Beth,” he groaned, his rhythm faltering as my body milked his cock. “You’re so tight when you come. So perfect.”
Before my first orgasm had fully subsided, he flipped us over, positioning me on top. “Ride me,” he commanded, his hands gripping my hips. “I want to watch those perfect tits bounce while you fuck yourself on my cock.”
I braced my hands on his chest, lifting myself up before sinking back down on his length. The new angle hit different spots inside me, building the pressure again. Sean’s hands moved to my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples as I established a rhythm.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his hips thrusting up to meet me. “Use me, Beth. Take what you need.”
I rode him with abandon, chasing my second release. Sean’s hand slipped between us, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing firm circles that had me gasping.
“I’m close again,” I warned, my movements becoming erratic.
“Come for me,” he demanded, his other hand tangling in my hair to pull me down for a bruising kiss. “I want to feel you come on my cock again before I fill you up.”
His words pushed me over the edge, my second orgasm even more intense than the first. I collapsed against his chest, trembling with aftershocks as he continued to thrust up into me.
With a growl, Sean flipped us again, pushing my knees toward my chest as he pounded into me with renewed vigor. His face was contorted with pleasure, sweat beading on his forehead as he chased his own release.
