Then he pulls back and swings his legs off the bed, reaching for his discarded jeans.There's something looser in his movements now. Lighter. Like some invisible weight finally slipped off his shoulders.I watch him quietly as he buttons his pants, an ache settling in my chest. Is he... leaving? "
I don't.I take him back in, and this time, he doesn't hold back.His first few thrusts are shallow. Careful. But that careful control unravels fast, fraying with every needy sound I make around his cock.Soon he's fucking my mouth in earnest, curses spilling from his lips like they've been caged f
"Have you ever been taken care of like this?" I whisper against his skin.His eyes stay trained on me. "No." A breathless, uneven laugh slips out. "Every part of this is makin' me feel fuckin' weird... but I don't want you to stop."Of course it must feel weird, but he needs this. Even if he doesn'
God, that thing felt unreal inside me the first time. Not that I had enough brain space to appreciate it back then—what with the whole trying-not-to-die situation. He steps toward the bed with that same deliberate energy that's so uniquely him—measured, steady, like every step is part of a calcula
AlyssaAfter we came home, Zuri woke up just long enough to drink a warm cup of milk and drift back off to sleep with a few poems from Where the Sidewalk Ends.Now, she's curled up in her bed, wrapped around the stuffed giraffe she picked out at the zoo—her soft snores a whisper through the baby mon
I'm looking at him like he's lost his goddamn mind. "Are you serious right now?" I snap, my voice sharp enough to slice through the night. "You kept me safe. You kept me grounded the entire time. You made sure I stayed in control. And you—" my throat tightens, heat rushing to my face, "—you made s