Page 46 of An Engagement Pact

He kisses me again, and this time nothing comes between us or slows us down. We kiss deeply, Dan’s erection folded between our bodies, until neither of us can hold back any longer. He lifts up for long enough to line himself up at my entrance. I bend my legs and widen my stance to make more room for him, and both of us groan as he edges inside me.

Panting and shifting above me slightly, he leans down to kiss me again.

I want to kiss him back, but it’s hard to focus. The tight fullness of the penetration is overwhelming everything for me. I gasp. Adjust my feet and try to relax.

It doesn’t take long for me to breathe through it, my inner muscles relaxing around him and the tension softening in my mind and body.

I twine my arms around him, squeezing him in a quick hug.

It must surprise him because he lifts his head to check my face, smiling back when I smile up at him. “You feel okay?” he asks.

“I feel way better than okay.”

He presses a quick kiss on my lips. “Good. Me too.”

We take a minute to shift slightly and get in the positions we want. Then he begins to thrust with a steady, satisfying rhythm that’s vigorous enough to jiggle the extra flesh in my breasts and thighs and disarrange my hair.

Nothing has ever felt better. More primally needed, deep in my core. I rock my hips up to meet his thrusts, urging him on until he speeds up even more.

I’m on the cusp of orgasm improbably soon. I grind myself against him as I make soft, helpless sounds.

“Oh fuck,” he rasps. “You gonna come already.”

“Yeah.” I arch my spine and neck. “Yes!”

He speeds up even more, and it’s enough to push me over the edge. I make silly, sobbing sounds as the pleasure surges through me.

Dan chokes on a groan as I shake and clench around him. His features twist in a visible effort to control himself.

When the orgasm starts to fade, I gasp and relax, realizing that Dan is still hard inside me.

“Look at you go,” I say.

He lets out a loud burst of amusement and then chokes on a cough, turning his face away. “Fuck, Vicky, don’t make me laugh.”

I can’t help but giggle, and we’re both smiling as he rearranges us so he’s on his back and I’m straddling his hips. It takes some minor maneuvering to get his erection inside me again, but soon I’m riding him from above.

Being on top has never been my favorite position, but there’s something intoxicating about the way he’s gazing up at me. Like he’s never seen anything better or more beautiful. Like I’m everything to him.

Everything.

The sensation fills my heart even more than my body, although arousal is already coiling tight inside me again.

“Vicky,” Dan says with a lot of gravel in his voice.

“Yeah.” I’m not sure what my answer means, but it’s the only thing I can say right now.

He shifts his head against the pillow. His eyes are deep and full. “Vicky, I don’t want this to be another onetime thing.”

“I don’t want that either.” I’m touched and hoarse and starting to tremble a little, leaning over with my hands on his shoulders.

“I... I want this to mean something.”

There’s a lump in my throat that I can barely swallow over. Much less speak. But I manage to rasp out, “It does.”

I’m not sure how I’ve gotten here, but I have. And all the doubt and jaded self-sufficiency that used to define me has softened into a feeling that’s soft and strong and needy.

For Dan and everything he is.

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