Page 39 of Blitz

“I’ve spent the last two and a half years fucking my fist and thinking of you, but it doesn’t compare to the real thing. I need—I can’t—”

His fists curl into the sheets on either side of my shoulders. In contrast, his kiss is soft, sweet. I try to deepen the kiss; he won’t let me. He runs a hand down my side, as if he’s memorizing the feel of my skin pressed to his.

Slowly, impossibly slowly, he sinks deeper inside of me, until he’s buried balls deep within me. My whole body is alight with glorious anticipation. His presence engulfs me in a cocoon of love and warmth.

“Princess, you feel so good.” His grip tightens on my hips. “I might not be able to make this last very long. I promise I’m going to take care of you, even if it ends too soon.”

I slide my hand from his neck to his cheek, brushing over his lip with the pad of my thumb. “I don’t care how long this lasts. I’ve got you forever.”

His mouth slants over mine again. He licks into my mouth, deepening the kiss. My fingers dig into his meaty shoulders, pressing his chest to mine. He rocks his hips, withdrawing and sliding back in, again and again and again, until I’m breathless and a little dizzy and so, so full.

Tucker raises up off of me. He works a hand between us so he can play with my nipples again. He bends his head to take one in his mouth, scraping his teeth lightly over the sensitive bud. I clench around him, and he groans. The hum reverberates through me.

His thrusts pick up in both speed and force. He slides his hand down my belly to my clit. The feel of his rough, calloused thumb against me nearly makes my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Baby…”

“I know, Princess, I know.” His voice is thick, rumbling through me.

He grabs the headboard for more leverage. I rise up onto my elbows to stay close to him, working my hips and riding his cock. His thumb increases in both frequency and pressure against me as his hips slam into mine.

That elastic band inside of me grows taut. It’s like every nerve ending is on fire, all at once, and only he can smother the flames. The room feels like it’s tilting, or spinning. My breath comes in fast pants, like I’m running my personal best for my fastest sprint ever. I can’t regulate my breathing. My skin feels elastic and pliable.

“King…”

“Hang on, girl. I’ve got you.”

“Kiss me.” I tug him to me. He drops down, his belly brushing mine. Pinpricks of delight ricochet through me. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. His rhythm falters.

“Mase.”

“Yeah?”

He chokes out a laugh. “I really fucking love you right now.”

Emotions rise up from deep within me, threatening to overwhelm me. I love him. I want to be with him. So why is doubt creeping into the back of my mind? I didn’t make the decision to hop into bed with him lightly. It’s an important step, one we can’t undo. Sex changes things. How can it not?

“I love you, too,” I say, right before he does this swivel thing with his hips that has me seeing stars. “King—”

“I’ve got you, sunshine.” He does it again. My inner walls spasm, tense. “Let go. Don’t fight it.”

He focuses on my pleasure. His thumb on my clit. His mouth on my neck. He knows what I need and he lets me take it from him.

Relief hits me like a truck. There’s no dainty trembling here; I devolve into full body convulsions, riding the waves of pleasure. He grounds me through it, supporting me, until I collapse, limp with pleasure. He’s still hard inside of me. He bends over me and takes what he needs. The cords in the side of his neck stand out in stark relief. His whole body goes tense as his orgasm hits. His groan rattles through me.

Tucker collapses on top of me. The heavy weight of him sends my senses into overdrive. He meets me for a sweet, tender kiss.

“I love you, Mason,” he says. He brushes a strand of hair out of my face. “So much. I wish I could express what this means to me, us being us again.”

I swallow my hesitations.

“Love you, too.” I wrap my arms around him and kiss him thoroughly.

He slides out of me. Immediately, I feel the loss of contact. He rolls off of me, tying off the condom. He grabs a tissue and begins to mop me up.

“Let me go clean up,” I tell him, stopping his movements. He nods, chewing on his lip. “Be right back.”

In the sanctity of the bathroom, I’m quick to freshen up. I brace my hands on the sink and stare at myself in the mirror.