Page 95 of Praised
Every pump of his hips burned like his body stoked an invisible fire inside of me. One that was very close to raging out of control.
“I want to see you,” I rasped, finally getting my fingers into his hair.
He shifted as best he could, managing to keep most of his cock inside as he laid me on my back and rearranged himself between my legs. I bent my knees and stretched wide to make room for him, tracing my fingertips across his cheekbones when he bottomed out.
Flynn’s eyes were closed and I could barely breathe, and he moved with such a tender slowness that I knew there was no other word for what we were doing besides making love. Because he loved me. He was in love with me and I was so in love with him. The gooseflesh down my arms and the heat between my legs, it was all love for him. The fear and the insecurities that were kindling in the fire, they all loved him too, and that felt almost more important than the rest of it.
“Mr. Galloway,” I whispered, petting my fingers across his cheeks and holding his face in the cradle of my hands.
He groaned at the endearment, the honorific.
“Mr. Galloway,” I said again. “Look at me.”
With the briefest hesitance, Flynn opened his eyes, the intensity of his dark brown eyes sucking the breath right out of my lungs. I dug my fingers into the side of his head, the soft silk of his hair like heaven against my palms.
“I’m yours,” he rasped. “I’m looking.”
He circled his hips, tip of his cock grazing over my prostate with the movement. I clenched my jaw, knowing my orgasm was unavoidable, but wanting to hold it off as long as possible because the weight of him, the look of him, the feel of him…it was everything. I never wanted it to end.
I knew it wouldn’t be the last time we had sex, far from it, but there was something different in the air this time. Maybe it was the unspoken promise that his confession had brought around or maybe it was my willingness finally to accept all of the parts of him, even the ones that made me uncomfortable. This coupling was something big, something that was going to shoot us both well past the point of no return.
I had to know.
I had to be certain.
“I see you,” he said, the pace of his thrusts quickening without turning punishing. Flynn still moved soft and slow, the wet slap of our skin when we came together the only thing louder than our breath.
“Do you?”
I was on the verge of admitting I loved him too, but his eyes went wide, nostrils flaring and his entire body went still save for the thick pulsing of his dick inside of me. Beside my head, Flynn’s fingers flexed against the sheets, his mouth opening just enough to allow a sharp intake of breath.
I reached up and brushed the short strands of his dark hair off his face, smiling contentedly when he half collapsed and pressed his forehead against mine.
“That was all I wanted,” he whispered.
“Hmmn?”
Even though his orgasm still trembled through his body, Flynn started to move again. Pumping in and out of me, he adjusted his angle and rose onto his knees, taking my own very hard cock into his hand.
“I wanted to see it in your eyes,” he said.
“See what?”
“When you realized you loved me.”
The breath in my throat turned into a laugh, and, with the quick twist of his wrist, I was coming all over him. My ass gripped and milked the last of the cum out of his cock while I painted his hand and stomach with jets of my own release. He held me down against him, making sure that even when my body twitched and seized, he stayed inside of me.
“It’s not…” What even were words at that point? When Flynn was right here and all I could smell was his soap, and his sheets, and the salt of his cum.
He chuckled, and my eyes rolled back, head tipping as I bared my throat, trying to catch my breath and my thoughts.
“It’s not news,” I finally managed.
Flynn groaned, and I opened my eyes to see him licking my cum from his fingers, his softening cock still lodged as deep inside of me as our bodies would allow.
“Keeping secrets from me then?”
“I wanted to be sure.”
