Page 58 of Unsaid Things

Gathering his legs beneath him, he stood and placed her on the bed without breaking contact, settling over her. He let out a low growl of frustration. He didn’t want to let her go, but their clothes were still in the way, and that was intolerable. With a supreme effort of will, he reached behind his neck and untangled her hands from his hair, pulling her arms away from him and standing, his chest heaving.

She let out a distressed whimper. When his hands started undoing the buttons of his shirt, she licked her lips and sat up, pulling off her own shirt. Impatient with how long it took to undo shirt buttons, more so with Abby already topless and undoing the button of her jeans, he got halfway down and pulled off his shirt and undershirt together, his pants falling to his ankles as Abby kicked hers off.

Naked at last, he pushed her further up the bed, settling himself between her thighs. He locked eyes with her while he nuzzled over her pussy, opening her with his fingers. “I can’t wait to make you mine.”

Her hand came down to thread through his hair, a ghost of a smile on her lips. “I’m already yours.”

“And now no one can doubt it.”

Before she could respond, he licked her and eased a finger inside her. She gasped, her eyes closing and her fingers tightening in his hair, tugging on his scalp. Not enough to hurt. Yet. By the time she came, he knew his skin would be stinging, but he didn’t care. He liked it when she became so lost to her own pleasure that she didn’t realize how hard she pulled his hair or how deep her nails dug into his skin.

He set right to work, no slow buildup this time. He wanted her too much to draw it out. Soon her muscles clenched on his fingers, her breathless cries growing louder, her hips moving and bucking on his tongue, until she let out a loud, “Oh!” and her knees came up, his free hand holding her down and the angle of his shoulders the only thing stopping her from clamping around his head. Her fingers yanked on his hair, holding him tight to her center, and he happily obliged, pumping his fingers and sliding his tongue over her clit, sustaining the orgasm until she relaxed, her fingers slipping out of his hair.

Rising over her, he positioned himself at her entrance. Her eyes came open, drugged with pleasure, and she reached for him, pulling his mouth to hers as he entered her in a slow, slick glide. Moaning at the feel of her, he broke the kiss so he could stare down into her face, loving the way she looked all flushed and dazed from one orgasm and building up to another. She gasped with each thrust, her arms and legs wrapped around him, her pussy gripping his cock. This was his favorite place, wrapped up in her like this. Here, everything made sense. Everything was right. All the things that had gone unsaid, now out in the open.

And they had made each other promises. She was his. Soon it would be official.

That thought was enough to send him over the edge, grinding himself against her as he came, capturing her lips in another kiss.

Yes, this was where they both belonged. Together.