by Rock, R. A.
His kisses had enflamed me and the first orgasm had been good. But there was an ache in my core that could only be relieved by our bodies being joined as close as we could get.
“Red,” I said, lifting my hips towards him. “Please.”
“As you wish,” he whispered in my ear, making me shiver.
And he pushed into me. It felt tight but maybe that was just my imagination. It hadn’t been that long.
Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God.
It felt so good, I thought I might explode.
“I’m not a god, but I sure feel like one right now,” he sent.
Chad entered me, inch by inch and I gasped as he pressed in, filling me completely. Then he stayed there, dusting tiny kisses across my entire face. I held him tight, not wanting this to ever end. And even without him moving, the orgasm started to build in me.
“Yumi,” he said, pulling out and thrusting in again.
“Yeah?” I breathed, not sure why he was talking again. I thought we were done discussing.
“Let’s never stop doing this again.”
“Okay,” I said, willing to agree with anything he said at this point.
“Anything?”
“Anything, just don’t stop,” I begged, knowing I was begging.
And then there were no more words. He took the pace up and my heart hammered in my chest as the pleasure built. I stretched my hands overhead and he interlaced his fingers with mine — the Celtic love knot complete. I glanced up at it.
“Look at me,” he whispered.
I met his eyes and couldn’t look away. I was overwhelmed by the love I saw there.
“I’m so close,” I said and he started pounding into me, hitting my clit with every thrust until I exploded into a thousand pieces, screaming until I was hoarse.
My body bucked and writhed under his as he stiffened, pinning me to the bed and with a groan of bliss, found his own release.
“Oh God, oh Jesus, fuck that was good,” I said, the brain chemicals of bonding and connection flooding my bloodstream. “Red. Red. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.”
I kissed him again, my lips lazy, as my entire body relaxed and I lay perfectly still in the most wonderful post-orgasmic haze I had ever experienced.
“Tanaka,” he said after a minute. “That is the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Me too,” I said, then clutched his butt cheeks as he tried to pull out. “Not yet. I want you close for a little longer.”
He smiled, holding me tightly.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, his eyes sparkling with unshed tears. “We have all night.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
“It’s whatever you want it to be, Love. But I’m not leaving you.”
I sighed.
That was exactly what I needed to hear.
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