with a soul-touching sound of love and claiming and promises that at first distract from how fucking amazing he feels seated inside.
He doesn’t return the sentiment, but his gaze says it as he looks down at me reverently. His strong touch, the way he holds me, the way he tries to break all the way into my center tells me he feels the same way.
My toes curl as he batters my body with sure strokes. “Say it again,” Johnny pleads, increasing the pace.
“I think I love you.”
He groans. “You don’t know how much I needed that.”
“It’s true,” I tell him, holding his gaze, hoping he remembers this exact moment when I tell him my secrets. I hope he remembers he said he’d fight for me. I hope he remembers the way he feels right now because if he’s anything like me, he’s lost himself to me.
I’ll fight for him. If he tries to walk away, I’ll kidnap his ass and show him. I’ll tell him a million times how all this is real, and if he wants to hear me say I love you, I’ll do it as many times as it takes. I’ll say it until my throat is raw and strained. I’ll write it until my hands are weak with arthritis. I’ll stare at him with the truth in my eyes for the rest of my life. He’ll never have to doubt it.
Never.
His body starts to shake. I’ve been too busy making so many promises to him in my head that I’ve missed out on fully enjoying the pleasure bombarding me.
I let out a breath, and he dips his gaze to my lips. Leaning forward, he kisses me until my lips swell and rational thought leaves my brain, pleasure taking over.
I try to struggle from his grip, but he holds me in place, switching the angle of his movements until my mouth opens and I release a breathy sigh.
He kisses a trail down my neck, lips curving over my collarbone in a salacious tease.
I meet his strokes with my own and watch in awe at the pained expressions that flit over his face. “Fuck, Kyla.” He groans long and deep, a guttural sound that makes my core clench at the primal nature of it.
I test his weight on my wrists, but he still won’t let up, so I continue to fuck him back, lifting my hips in the only move I can do to give right back to him.
This undoes him more than anything else. His resolve starts to teeter, and whatever shields he had in place crack. “Fuck me, baby. God.”
His hold loosens, and I pull my wrists out to grab his ass. Then, I hook my leg around his in a grappling move and force my way on top. I move over him, the vulnerability on his face clear. He grabs my hips, clinging to me as I ride him. In between the short pants that stream from my mouth, I say, “I want you as much as you want me.”
He moans, his movements tightening as I sink myself on top of him time and time again. He’s going to come easily. He was hiding from me again. For what reason, I don’t know, but not with this. Not when I’m giving it right back to him.
He reaches out and swirls his finger around my clit until I come hard, crying out on top of him.
“Yes, baby. I’m going to come.” He tries to lift me off, but I lean forward, putting my weight over him. Even if he wanted to stop me, it’s too late. His cock jerks, cum coating my insides. My pussy clenches, milking him until I climax again.
He pulls me forward, grinding against me until we both come down. Breathing hard, I tell him, “I’m on the pill. I wanted to feel you like that. Unrestrained. Uncaring.”
His cock jerks. “Mmm, yes.”
I roll to my side until we’re facing each other. He pulls out, and the evidence of what we did spills out onto my thighs. I have no doubt we’ve made a mess of the bed, but I couldn’t care less.
Johnny grabs the back of my head, forcing me to look at him. “You’re always showing me the way things should be.” He peers down at my lips, and I know he’s referencing the change in him mid-sex. He drops his forehead to mine. “I wanted to be the bad guy in case you leave. I wanted to tell myself that I