I nodded. "Yes," I breathed. "And more sensitive."
He bent down to suckle my nipple, and I nearly came again just from that, jerking and gasping. "Holy shit, you're not kidding."
I reached down and grasped his cock, pumped his length, moaning as he continued lavishing attention on my breasts. "Please, Duncan. I need you inside me." I drew him closer, and then he was nudging my seam with his broad tip.
He hesitated, however, searching me. "We don't need…"
I shook my head, hooking my legs at his ass and pulling at him. "No, honey. I can't get any more pregnant."
I gripped his thick shaft and wedged him inside me, then cupped his face and mated my mouth to his. His arms snaked under my neck, and my head was pillowed in the crook of his arms. There was another drawn-out moment of hesitation as we kissed, and then I thrust my hips against his at the same time that he drove into me, and I was forced to break the kiss as a wail of ecstasy sheared through me at the aching stretch of him filling me.
"Duncan!" I gasped. "Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god."
He was bare inside me, and nothing had ever felt better. The world, time, worries, needs, fears, everything fell away.
Duncan groaned as he pushed deeper, inch by inch, slowly. "Rune! Fuck—you feel…oh god, Rune."
"I know," I breathed. "I know."
When our hips met, I locked my legs high around his back, tipping my hips up to keep him deep. He rocked against me, moaning.
"Rune, I…" he rocked again, and I felt his cock throb and pulse, thickening inside me. "I'm sorry, I can't—fuck, fuck, you feel too good, Rune. I won’t last long.”
I whimpered as I felt him thrust as deep as he could physically go, speared to the root within me and rocking there in small, rolling thrusts, and I knew he was trying like hell to hold on, to hold back.
I squeezed around him with my inner muscles, scraping my nails down his back to claw at his iron-hard ass. "Don't hold back, Duncan. Come for me. Come right the fuck now.”
He shook his head, trembling with the effort to hold back. "Not yet, Rune, I want—I've barely—"
I rocked against him, squeezing and squeezing and squeezing around his cock, pulling at his ass, pumping my hips to take him in grinding thrusts. "Just come, Dunc, baby. I want you to. Please. Please come, my love.”
He gasped, a sound that was nearly a whimper. "Say that again."
I brushed his wild hair out of his eyes and brushed my thumb over his lips and kissed his eyes and thrust against him again and again, forcing him to meet me, to match me thrust for thrust. "Don't look away, Dunc." I kissed his mouth, sucked his tongue into my mouth and then ghosted my lips against his ear. "Come inside me, my love. Right now. Please."
"Oh fuck, Rune!" He drew back, hesitated, and then pounded into me, and I felt him come, then felt him release inside me.
I felt the flood of his cum fill me, and he thrust again, slowly, tenderly, his mouth shaking against mine. "Rune, oh god, Rune! I love you, oh god Rune, I love you so fucking much."
I found my own release in his declaration of love, my legs clenching around his waist, my fingers clawing into his back and raking down his spine as I rocked with him, and I bit into the hard ridge of muscle at the top of his shoulder and screamed and screamed and screamed as I came. His cock split me open and pierced me, penetrated me, filled me with thrust after thrust, and I felt his cum spreading through me and spilling out of me, and Duncan groaned through our mutual release, his face nuzzling my throat as he surged against the soft, welcoming cradle of my thighs.
I felt him spasm once more and go limp, and I nipped his earlobe. "I love you, Duncan. I really, really fucking love you." He started to shift, but I locked him in place with my arms and legs. "Don't move. Not yet. Just…stay here. Just like this, my love. Let me hold you."
His shoulders shook, though he was silent. "You love me."
"Yes," I breathed. "So much. I always did. I was just scared."
"Of what?"
"Everything," I answered. "How much I cared about you, so damn fast. I think some part of me always knew it'd be you. I think that part of me somehow subconsciously knew we'd end up here, one way or another, at some point, and that scared me because I didn’t trust you."
"Do you trust me now?" he asked.
I caressed his face and turned it so he was looking at me. “Yes, Duncan. I do. I trust you. You've been there for me. You were there for my friends when you didn't know me and didn't owe anyone anything. You didn't let me push you away when that would've been the easiest way out."
He huffed. "Never done anything the easy way."
Duncan rolled us so he had me on his chest; I lost him inside me and felt a seep of seed down my thigh. I didn't care. Messes could be cleaned up—this moment was too important.
