Page 70 of Healed Hearts

He nods frantically. His hands are flexing against the blankets under him, and his hips are rocking slightly like he can’t even attempt to keep himself still. It’s incredibly sexy, and watching him is not going to be good for my stamina, but the desperation he’s exuding makes me feel better. It’s proof that he wants this. That he’s enjoying it. I tilt my hips, pushing slightly until the head of my cock pops inside him. He moans loudly, gripping the blankets in his hands, his body trembling. Oh god. Holy fuck. That’s… “So tight,” I gasp.

I keep my eyes on his as I push further, sinking into his tight warmth inch by inch. His eyes keep fluttering, but he forces them back open. I love that he’s doing this for me. That he’s watching me, keeping his eyes open so I don’t freak out. My hips brush his ass, and I glance down, realizing for the first time that I’m fully inside him.

I look back at him. “Are you okay?”

“Uh-huh. Perfect, yeah.” His voice is breathy, almost a little whiny and oh God, that should not be making me feel like this, right? My cock is throbbing, my toes curling. I’m not going to blow like a damn virgin. Although, I guess technically this is my first time.

Julian’s soft whimper brings my attention back to him. “Fuck, Hold. I need you to move. You’re driving me crazy. Move, please.”

He’s begging me. My cock jerks. Fuck, he’s really enjoying this. I pull my hips back and thrust in again. He chokes out a low groan, his eyes rolling back. Watching him is a terrible idea.

“How do I make you feel good?” I ask, knowing damn well this is going to be over for me sooner rather than later.

“Keep going, Hold. This is… fuck, please keep going,” he begs, the desperate quality of his voice making me suck in a sharp breath. I pull out again, and push back in, dropping my eyes to watch my cock slide into his body.

“You feel so good,” I groan. I’m never going to last. God, this is incredible.

“More,” he gasps, so I grip his thigh in my hand, pushing it back further and rock my hips into him over and over. I trust him to stop me if he needs me to. But judging by the sounds he’s letting out, the way his face is twisted in pleasure, that’s not going to happen.

Pleasure sparks in my body as I stare into his half-lidded eyes. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as I pick up the pace of my thrusts, chasing the feelings buzzing through my body. “I’m close. I want to make you feel good. Please, I need to,” I choke out, tears burning my eyes.

His eyes soften. “You’re doing fine, darlin’. Keep going. I promise I feel good.”

I nod, my hips slamming into him, my body right on edge. He tightens around me and my hips jerk, my cock pulsing. Oh god, I can’t hold back. My entire body trembles, heat pooling in my stomach. Julian’s head tips back, his back arching, hands pulling roughly on the blankets. “Coming,” he groans. I drop my eyes, watching as his cock swells and cum shoots out, covering his stomach.

My orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, a sob breaking from my chest as it does. My hips lose their rhythm as I fill the condom, pleasure washing over me, sending warmth through my limbs and making my skin tingle. Tears fill my eyes and spill over. I’ve never felt anything like this in my entire life. “Julian,” I sob. I’m not really sure what I need, but it’s all… so much. It’s almost too much and I just… I just…

He reaches for me, pulling me down to his chest, and wraps one arm tightly around me. “It’s okay, darlin’. You’re okay,” he whispers, fingers brushing my sweaty hair off my face. “You’re okay. Let it out.”

Let it out, I do. I sob against his chest, shaking, my world narrowing to this. To me and him and the beauty of what we shared. The connection. The fuckinglove. He was right. This isnothinglike what was done to me. This was everything. This was healing. This was perfection. This is what I want for the rest of my life. “I love you,” I whimper into his skin, my tears finally slowing.

“I love you too. So much,” he whispers, his hold on me strong, his fingers still playing with my hair. “Let’s get rid of the condom, okay? Then I’ll hold you.”

I nod against him, pulling out. I remove the condom and tie it off before climbing from the bed on shaky legs and going to the bathroom to throw it away and get something to clean Julian off. The second I step into the bathroom, I nearly get the shit scared out of me. “What are you doing, darlin’?”

When I turn, I find Julian standing in the bathroom doorway looking like a wet dream—cum smeared in his chest hair, his brow quirked. “Uh, getting something to clean you off,” I murmur.

He reaches over, grabbing a hand towel off the hanger and wets it before wiping me down, and then himself. He tosses itto the floor and picks me up, cradling me against his chest, and walks back to the bed.

I know I gave him shit earlier about him carrying me around everywhere, but does it make me a weirdo if I admit I actually really love it? He gets settled under the covers and I tuck my face into his neck, breathing in his scent. “I’m sorry for crying,” I whisper.

He chuckles, trailing his fingers up and down my spine. “No need to be sorry. I saw it coming.”

“How?”

“Your face. I was watching you as closely as you were watching me. I could tell you were overwhelmed. It’s a lot, opening yourself up like that.”

“You were right,” I whisper, fresh tears welling up. “It’s not the same at all.”

He turns his head, pressing his lips to my hair. “I knew you’d have to experience it to see it. Thank you for trusting me.”

“I feel like you were the one that needed to trust me, not the other way around.”

“Not true, Holden. Trust goes both ways. Just because you were the one in control—for lack of a better word—doesn’t mean that you didn’t need to trust me.”

Huh, that’s a good point, I guess. I do trust him. A lot. More than I thought would be possible. I snuggle deeper into his embrace. “Hey, Julian?” I ask after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“Yeah?” he asks.

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