Page 103 of The Catch

"Tell me you want me to come again," she whimpers.

"I need you to come again. I need to feel your body give in to me. Over and over."

"Do you love knowing you're the only one who can make me feel this way?"

"Fuck. Yes."

"Do you want to hear that I'll never stop thinking of you and what you can do to me?"

I whimper.

"Is that what will make you— make you— come and fill me with—"

She sobs as she comes. The sounds coming out of her throat, her fingertips digging into my shoulders, her thighs squeezing me tight. Fragmented awareness that makes me spill myself in her.

"Ames. Holy shit. Holy fuck. Amelia."

I'm halfway through my climax when the words rasp through my lips. I stay still, focusing on the fading jolts and outbursts of her body, and the intense sensation the cock ring, her movements, and my orgasm put me through.

I'm still trying to recover as we decouple. At my side, she finds the remote and has enough presence of mind to turn off the vibe.

"I can give you another," I complain.

"Saint," she says.

My name is half-scolding.

This is officially the longest relationship I've ever had, at just over two weeks. We've had sex often enough that she knows I always offer more, and for me to learn she accepts my offer only sometimes.

I never want to stop asking.

"Come here," I say instead.

I open my arm in an inviting gesture, leaving my poor cock to deal with the rings of silicone still keeping it hard. I'll need to wait to take them off.

Ames sighs and snuggles up to me.

"I would have never guessed how much you love to cuddle," she whispers next to my chest.

I caress her arm with lazy fingers. "Don't ask anyone about it. You'd be shocked."

"What do you mean?" She chuckles.

"I've received complaints in the past that I don't cuddle enough."

"Nonsense. You're always asking me to be close!"

She doesn't know she's the first one.

"Of course I do," is all I say.

It's those sparks I felt for her a long time ago. It's the way those have grown into something deeper, brighter, and enduring.

They used to flicker. Now they emit a steady, bright glow.

I lick my lips and breathe through the sudden tightness in my chest. I'm in trouble. So much trouble.

"Saint… are we… fu-dating?" She chuckles. "Remember that? From when I had just gotten here."