Page 133 of You're The One
“Mia,” he rasps, “look at me.”
And when I do, I see everything I feel reflected back at me. Affection, awe… maybe even love?
A lump rises in my throat. I don’t know why he’s making me so emotional. Maybe because I don’t want to lose this. Because I want to remember it. For it to last.
“I know,” he whispers, like he sees it all.
I kiss him, because that feels safer than letting any of my thoughts slip out.
He folds over me, deepening the kiss, wrapping me tightly in his arms. This new angle lets his pelvis grind against mine, his pubic bone brushing my clit with every slow thrust.
We’re as close as two people can get. Sharing air, but so much more than that.
This feels less like sex and more like… making love.
“Can you come for me, baby?” he murmurs against my mouth.
“I don’t know.”
“You can.”
Thrust.
“I know you can.”
Thrust.
“Clench for me.”
Grind.
“Fuck, Dom,” I moan as he lets out a rough sound. “It feels…”
“I know it does,” he finishes. “You’re so good for me.”
He keeps moving, coaxing me closer, until I’m trembling on the edge. One that feels dangerous to fall from.
He slips his hand between us again, circling my clit in tight, quick strokes.
“Be a good girl and come for me.”
And just like that, my body obeys, breaking apart around him. I cling to him, gasping, as the tremors roll through me.
His pace falters, then stills as he buries himself deep and groans my name as he comes.
All I can hear is our ragged breathing. He stays there, face buried in my neck, while we slowly come back to ourselves.
Eventually he rolls away to take care of the condom. Then he pulls me close until we’re face to face on our sides. Neither of us speaks right away.
My body feels just as raw as the thoughts racing through my mind.
He breaks the silence. “It’s never been like that.”
“I’ve never done that before,” slips out.
His brows pinch. “Made love?”
“Any of it,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.
