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“Good.” I nodded. We didn’t need a special occasion or the magic of Valentine’s Day to make love, and that was what we were doing. We’d said the words earlier, but even if we hadn’t, love shone brightly in Magnus’s eyes. Love warmed his touch on my skin. “I love you.”

“Same.” He groaned, eyes fluttering shut momentarily. “Love you too.”

“Go hard,” I urged, ever more comfortable with asking for exactly what I wanted.

“Yeah? Like this?” Magnus started a fast, deep rhythm, putting the weight of those powerful thighs into his strokes.

“More,” I demanded.

“Fuck. You are so perfect.” Magnus stared down at where our bodies joined. “Look at you, taking it.”

“Yes.” Close, I instinctively reached for my cock, but he batted my hand away.

“Oh hell no.” His rebuke was playful before he growled again. “You’re gonna come on my cock.”

Enjoying this game, I let myself whine like I didn’t absolutely love that idea.

“Work for it,” he demanded. I hooked my heels around his waist, pulling him harder against me as I rocked upward. “That’s it. Ride back on my dick.”

“More.” I reached for his closest hand like that might spur him into the rhythm I wanted and needed. Somehow, he got the message because his thrusts turned to a near-brutal hammering, perfectly targeted at my prostate. “That. God.”

“Right there?” Magnus worked that angle like a craftsman polishing a sculpture. Short, hard thrusts with a precision no toy could ever mimic.

“How the fuck are you so good at this?” I marveled as my body hurtled that much closer to orgasm.

“I just watch your face.” Magnus shook his head as he did exactly that, thrusting deep and then giving a satisfied nod as my eyes squished shut from the pleasure. “God. You’re fucking spectacular.”

“Come on.” I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to watch him watching me, and also wanting to lose myself in this fuck. I rocked with him, riding his rhythm, letting the tension in my muscles increase.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Magnus urged. “Get close.”

“I want you to come in me.” I opened my eyes to make the demand.

“I’m going to. Going to fill you up.” Magnus’s sexy words made me moan and buck that much harder against him. “You want that? My come? Maybe let me fuck a second load into you later?”

“Oh holy fuck.” Simply that image, that very filthy image, was enough to shove me over the edge into a flash flood of an orgasm, sudden, swift, and utterly devastating. I gasped and shook as I came all over my stomach.

“Jesus, Eric.” Magnus must have liked what he saw because he pounded hard and fast. His face was a mask of tortured pleasure. “Here it comes.”

“Yes, give it to me.” Even begging like this felt so damn natural and perfect with Magnus, exactly how his come felt, warm and slick inside me. A novel sensation, but one I liked. I smiled softly to myself, dopey with happy orgasm hormones, as Magnus carefully untangled our bodies.

“Oh.” I gasped, not because it pinched, but because I could feel the slide of his come even more now.

“Not too rough?” His forehead creased with concern.

“Not at all.” I made quick use of the washcloth before tugging him down next to me. “It was perfect. And so are you. Love you.”

“Love you.” He spooned himself around my body, gathering me close. “I’ve known for a while now, but words are hard.”

“They are.” I let my head fall back near his. “This is rather easy though.”

“Amazingly so.” He kissed my temple. “We’ve got a good thing here. I’m going to do everything in my power to keep it going.”

“Me too.” I yawned, but I didn’t miss the vow-like conviction in his tone. I breathed deeply, relaxing fully into his embrace. He might harbor a few remaining worries about his ability to keep a relationship going, but I had few such doubts. He was exactly the partner I needed, and I resolved to be the one he needed as well.

Whoosh. Whoosh.As sleep crept closer, I heard not the familiar roar of my white noise machine but an ocean, the promise that we’d take that trip, then others after it. In the distance, I heard a baby’s laugh and the chatter of family gatherings. Then, on that last conscious breath, wedding music tinkled in my ears. Keep it going indeed.

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