Page 92 of Hold Him Like Gravity

His fingers found my nipples again, working them into tightened points as he continued to drive me up until my thighs were shaking and my breath felt caught in my chest.

“That’s it, come for me,” he demanded, one of his hands slipping down my belly to work my clit until the orgasm soared through me, this time with nothing to muffle my cries. “One more,” he demanded as soon as I slowed my frantic breathing.

“I can’t,” I said.

“You can,” he assured me. Then he was moving, pulling me with him until I was in his lap, but facing away from him. “Ride me,” he demanded as he brought his knees up for me to rest my hands on and use as leverage. “That’s it,” he said as I started to rock my hips. “Show me how you like it,” he demanded.

The encouragement and the new angle had me riding him harder and faster until the pressure reached a fever-pitch, then the orgasm moved through me, a deep, hard pulsing that had my breath caught and my body trembling.

“Fuck, baby,” Rico groaned, hips rocking up into me, finding his own release on the tail-end of mine.

He pulled me down next to him after, curling his legs up under mine, his arm draped across my hips.

And my stomach chose that exact moment to object to its emptiness. “Why didn’t you eat?” he asked, hand rubbing over my stomach.

“I wasn’t hungry,” I said as he pressed a kiss behind my ear then rolled away from me, going into the bathroom for a moment before coming back out, still gloriously naked.

“Come on,” he demanded, reaching up to grab my ankles and dragging me to the bottom of the bed.

“I need my clothes,” I objected, trying to flip over to reach to the side of the bed to get my shirt at least. Or his.

“No, you don’t,” he said, reaching for my wrists instead, and pulling me to my feet.

“But Bass…”

“Told ‘em to find somewhere else to crash tonight,” he said.

“That wasn’t necessary,” I insisted as his hand slid to mine and started to pull me along with him.

“It was,” he insisted. “What’d you order?” he asked as he led me into the kitchen, then pulled open the fridge door.

“I got spaghetti and meatballs and some lasagne,” I told him.

“Half and half?” he asked, reaching for plates.

“Always,” I agreed, watching as he shot me a soft look before splitting the food up and putting one plate into the microwave. “Are we really going to sit and eat naked?” I asked.

“In bed,” he clarified. “Hey, bud,” he said as Evander came padding into the kitchen to throw his body against Rico’s legs.

“He seems to have settled in,” I said as the cat finished rubbing against Rico, then hopped up on the counter to stare lovingly at him instead.

“Good,” Rico said. “Since you guys are going to be staying here.”

“For a few days,” I said, nodding.

Rico didn’t speak for a second as he took one plate out of the microwave and set the other one in.

“Longer than that, I hope,” he said. “Can’t force you to stay here. But want you to,” he told me.

“Maybe you should give that some thought,” I suggested, taking the plate from him.

He turned to grab forks and knives, slipping one set onto my plate. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while,” he admitted as he went into the fridge to grab two bottles of water. “Been thinking about buying a bigger place for the both of us,” he went on, handing me my water, then going to fetch his plate.

“What? This place is huge,” I said, looking around again.

“Could use another bedroom or two,” he said. “In case we decide down the road to have kids.”

“You’ve… been thinking about that kind of thing?” I asked, cautiously hopeful.

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