“I want to feel you against me. I only want to know what you feel like pressed to my body so I’m safe.”
God.
He needed that too.
Life was a freefall, and he needed security.
“Take me,” she said. “I need you, Dakota.”
Those words were music to his ears. Now, all he prayed was that he didn’t wake up from this dream until he was able to have her.
To share his soul.
Moving against her, Eve was already open, wet, and waiting for him. When he touched that wetness with the tip of his erection, he knew that he was lost.
Nothing would stop him now.
He had to have her.
With a gentleness that she hadn’t expected from him, Dakota buried himself to the base of his erection, and heat exploded around him.
God.
It felt so good.
Then, it only got better.
He began moving.
Dakota began filling her with long, full strokes as he was sliding into her body, taking what his heart knew was meant to be his.
HER.
When he looked down at her, she said something that staggered him.
“I love you, Dakota,” she whispered, and it brought tears to his eyes.
To stay focused, he said nothing back. He was trying to show her what he could be like.
Not what he had been.
He focused on the act of making love and nothing else. The last two times, he took her with brutality and force. This time, the last time he’d touch her, he’d give her what he had.
He’d give her the love he felt.
It wasn’t like it would ever manifest or come true. It couldn’t.
As his hips did the work, he filled her body with heat, need, and lust.
She held on, her much smaller body trapped beneath him. As he drove himself home, over and over again, he was on the cusp.
He was finally ready to cum. The need to explode was finally there after he’d been forced to live without it for three months.
She unlocked it in him.
There was no way he could hold on.
“Evie,” he whispered. “I’m going to cum,” he said, his dick throbbing and the tumble looming ahead.