Page 136 of End Game

Barrett leans down and ghosts his lips across mine in a whisper of a kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he sighs, pressing against me more firmly.

I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t focus on anything other than the feel of him surrounding me, inside of me, the slow drag of his cock in me with nothing between us.

Perspiration dots his temples. He presses his forehead to mine, breathing hard.

“You good?” I ask quietly.

“Holy fuck,” he breathes. “This is… it feels…”

Perfect. Fate. Kismet.

Barrett swallows and shifts, so his hands are propping him up over me. He withdraws and then lifts his hips, fucking into me slowly. Every slow drag of his length inside of me sends shockwaves through my body.

“Dee…” His voice is thick with emotion. Or maybe that’s lust clouding his voice.

“Yeah?”

He shudders out a laugh. “I think I could come just from this.”

I kiss him again, and when he lets me deepen the kiss, I dig my fingertips into his strong shoulders and lift my hips. I would never want to be accused of not being an active participant.

As much as I want to be wrapped up in his arms and loved forever, it’s not getting me there. I work my hand between our bodies, and he grabs my hand, pushing it back to the mattress. He puts his weight into it, his delicious bulk pinning me down. My pussy throbs around his length.

“Barrett… I…”

“I’ll get you there,” he says. “Tell me what you need.”

“Rub my clit. Firmly, not too quick,” I direct. I slide my feet from his hips to the back of his strong calves, changing the angle of him inside of me. He’s pressed up against that spot that never fails to drive me crazy. My eyes slide closed, and I have to work to keep them open.

He rises up onto his hands and knees, fucking into me now. His questing fingers slip between our bodies and over my clit, rubbing firmly, not too quickly.

“Harder.”

His hips work faster, rougher, harder. He covers my breast with his massive hand, pinching and rolling my pebbled nipple between his thick fingers. When I moan, he wraps his hand around my knee, drawing it up until it’s between us, changing the angle and getting deliciously deeper.

I have no doubts about how he feels about me. I have no doubts about how I feel about him. As we explore our relationship, as we explore each other, the time will come for dirty, sweaty, intense, mind-melting fucking.

For now, we’ll indulge in sweet, sweaty, intense, mind-melting lovemaking.

As we climb that peak, as we work each other into a frenzy, I’m overcome with the realization that this could be the rest of my life. I have no doubt that there is nobody else in the world that could possibly hold a candle to how amazing Barrett is, and there is nobody else I could ever want to be with. He’s my best friend, my favorite person in the world, the one I turn to when I’m happy and when I’m sad, when I’m angry and when I’m struggling. He’s my person.

No matter what happens between us, whatever the future brings for us, I know we can make it through. Whether that’s distance while I’m in grad school or my dad getting sicker and sicker, I know that we can make it through anything as long as we have each other.

Tension builds along my spine as I crest the peak that brings me higher and higher. Barrett kisses me, sweetly, chastely, even as his fingers touch me and his cock drives inside of me.

“I love you, Dee,” he says quietly, breathing hard. His face is red and splotchy, his forehead damp with sweat. He has never looked more gorgeous.

I can’t say the words, not yet.

Instead the orgasm hits me like a freight train. I dig my fingers into his back and throw my head back, riding the waves of pleasure like it’s my job. He’s gloriously thick inside of me, filling me in the best possible way. I’m surrounded by him, consumed by him.

He fucks me through it, and once I’m ready, he takes his pleasure. It’s two, three, four, five strokes and then he’s coming, his hot seed spilling inside of me, filling me.

Breathing hard, Barrett pulls out and collapses beside me onto his bed. I feel sweaty and sticky and so, so sated.

“You good?” He’s breathing hard, his massive chest rising and falling as he works to get air into his lungs.

Even though we’ve just been as intimately close as physically possible, I want more of him, in any way I can get it. I curl into his side and rest my head on his chest, my arm thrown across his belly, my legs tangled with his.