Page 103 of Sliding into Love
It's been too many days since we’ve been together. Too many days of a cold bed and colder silence, and now I have him exactly where I want him—underneath me, inside me, completely at my mercy.
"Harder," I demand, and he complies, his thrusts becoming more forceful. The sound of skin on skin, my own gaspingbreaths, Kenneth's rough groans all combine into a symphony of need and want.
"That's it," I say, breathless. "That's what I want. That's what I needed."
"I missed you," Kenneth says between thrusts, and the vulnerability in his voice nearly undoes me. "I missed you so much.”
The pleasure is overwhelming, coiling tighter and tighter in my core. I'm close, so close, and I can feel Kenneth is too. His movements are becoming less controlled, more desperate.
"Look at me," I command, and he does. His dark eyes meet mine, and there's such raw emotion there: love and regret and fierce possession all at once. "Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours," he says immediately. "God, Royce, I'm completely yours. You own me. You've always owned me."
That's what pushes me over the edge. The complete surrender of it, the admission, the way he says it like it's the most obvious truth in the world. My orgasm hits like a tidal wave, pleasure radiating out from my center in waves. I clench around him, and his name falls from my lips over and over.
"That's it," he says, his voice strained. "That's right. Come for me. God, yes. You’re fucking perfect.”
He follows me over, his hips jerking upward as he spills inside me, groaning my name. For a long moment, neither of us moves, just breathing heavily in the darkness of the bedroom.
Slowly, carefully, I collapse onto his chest, and Kenny’s arms come around me immediately, holding me close. His heartbeat gradually slows beneath my ear, and I let myself just exist in this moment.
Sated.
Exhausted.
And completely enveloped by him.
It’s Kenny who breaks the silence first. “I can't stand being away from you. These past three days have been miserable."
"Good," I say, and he makes a small sound of amusement beneath me.
"You're terrible.”
"You love it."
"I love you," he corrects softly, and my breath catches. We haven't said it yet. Not out loud. We've danced around it, implied it, shown it through actions, but never just said it like this.
I lean down and kiss him slowly, pouring everything I can't quite articulate into the movement of my mouth against his. When I pull back, I can see the question in his eyes—waiting for me to say it back.
“I’m well on my way to loving you too,” I say quietly.
Kenneth grins, and there's such relief in it that it makes my heart ache. "How long until you’re all the way there? Anything I can do to tip the scales in my favor?”
"I don’t know. Give it more time. I can’t see this going any other way but all the way to forever.” I roll off him and reach for the bedside lamp, turning it on low so the room is bathed in a soft glow. When I turn back, Kenneth is watching me with an expression that makes me want to crawl right back into his arms.
“I like the sound of that,” he says. He reaches out and pulls me against his side, and I nestle into him, my head on his shoulder, my hand on his chest.
“The sound of what?”
“Of forever with you.”
Later that night we lie tangled together in my bed, the city lights casting shadows across our skin. Kenneth's head is on my chest,his breathing deep and even, and I run my fingers through his hair absently.
"You awake?" I ask quietly.
"Mmm." He nuzzles closer. "Barely."
"Thank you. For coming tonight. For saying those things on the dance floor. For being here."
