My legs shook as I pulled away and looked into his eyes. Thankfully, I was already on the floor so I wouldn’t fall, but I also knew that if I did, he’d catch me.
Chris wasn’t a man I would ever have thought of as vulnerable, but as I looked at him now, that was exactly what I saw. I’d been right. Our kiss had been more than a simple touch of lips. It had opened his heart and soul to mine, and mine to his.
A moment of total peace and acceptance passed between us. Neither of us were going to fight this anymore, and neither of us were going to be scared away by anything that happened from here on out.
The realization made my heart skip a beat. I’d never had as much certainty about anything in my life as I had about him right then. I mashed my chest against his in an attempt to get even closer to him. At this point, if I could’ve, I would’ve happily fused our bodies together as a literal representation of what had happened to our souls.
He looked at me in a way that said he felt the same. Cradling my face in one large hand, he placed the other on my lower back and pressed me even tighter against him.
“I love you,” he whispered. Then he smiled against my lips before moving his to brush over my jaw, neck, shoulders, and even my eyelids.
As he held me to him, he slowly brought his mouth back to mine and groaned as our tongues met once more. With our bodies pressed as tightly together as they could get, I felt his hard length against my stomach, and suddenly, our kiss became hot and wet. Tender and loving turned to strong and needy, so intense and all-consuming that there could’ve been an earthquake and we probably wouldn’t have noticed.
My fingers speared into his hair from the nape of his neck, tugging at the silky strands while his hands roamed lower until they were cupping my ass. Not caring that we were on the floor, I pulled him down until he was lying on top of me, then wrapped my legs around his waist.
My skirt might as well not have been there for the way it rode up, but it hadn’t covered all that much to begin with. Chris moaned when he realized I was pretty much naked from the waist down, except for a lacy scrap of panties that were literally the smallest pair I owned.
Rolling his hips against mine, he continued to devour my mouth. Both of us let out soft sounds of pleasure as he ground his hard length against my core. Sparks of pleasure rippled through me on each one of his thrusts, like he knew my body as well as the machine he himself had created.
My hands acted of their own accord when I reached between us to find the buttons on his jeans. I wouldn’t be able to do much from this position, but I wanted to touch him, to feel him, and make him feel as good as he was doing to me.
Chris broke our kiss and a soft growl ripped out of him when I dipped my fingers into his waistband, brushing the tip of his cock. It wasn’t a lot of contact, but it was something and pretty much all I could get.
My own need also ramped up about a million times when I realized that the backs of my fingers were wet. I let out a low, almost pained-sounding moan that made him rest his forehead against mine. Both our hearts raced wildly and our breathing was labored.
“I really don’t want to stop what we’re doing, but there’s a futon in the other room,” he said, his voice no more than a rough whisper. “Here’s what going to happen. I’m going to get up and hold my hand out to help you up. You’re going to take it. Then we’re getting to the futon as fast as humanly possible. Lie down exactly as you are now, and then we’ll hit un-pause and carry on from where we are.”
I scrunched my nose in disapproval that he wanted to stop right then, but he had a point. This wasn’t really the kind of moment for doing it on a concrete floor.
My clit throbbed, and my nipples were practically poking holes in my shirt, but I nodded despite my aching body’s protests.