Page 75 of Loving the Legend
I cry out in ecstasy as my vision turns cloudy.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, as tears slip from the corners of my eyes. His eyes hold a storm of emotions too.
I close my eyes and let my head fall back as I ride him.
“No, no, let me see you,” he whispers.
I can’t. I don’t know what’s happening to me or why this is so intense.
“Please, baby.” His soft plea squeezes my chest, and I muster the courage to meet his gaze.
“I want to see you,” he says, slowing his thrusts.
“What are you doing to me?” I whisper, quickly wiping my eyes.
“I could ask the same thing,” he says, voice shaky. “I’m close…fuck. I want to stay in you all night.”
I moan at the thought of him resting his dick inside of me when we sleep as I bend down to kiss his cheekbones.
Fucking me slowly with the roll of his hips, he reaches for my cock and strokes me.
Oh, god!“I’m coming,” I grit out as a deep toe-curling moan rocks through me.
“Me too,” he huffs as he grasps my hips and pounds harder, reaching somehow deeper inside of me.
A cacophony of expletives echoes into the morning as we both fall apart and orgasm together.
I collapse on top of him, nestling my face in the crook of his neck.
He massages my back, running his hands up and down absentmindedly.
“That was perfect,” he pants.
“S’perfect,” I mutter.
When I start to climb off of him, he holds my waist and pulls me down so that our foreheads are touching.
I stare into his eyes, and hidden doors not meant to be uncovered rattle as he peers back with a trembling intensity—almost like he could love what he sees. I close my eyes and brush my forehead against his. He tilts up and nibbles on my bottom lip. He’s obsessed with it.
“I hatehow empty I feel after,” I whine when he slowly slides out of me.
He sucks his thumb in his mouth, then massages my rim.
“I definitely want to live buried inside of you.” His deep, soothing voice makes my stomach flutter.
“Me aside, I know you’re like the best balla on the planet, but living inside of me might be your true calling.”
He chuckles. “I think you’re right.”
Sid’s phonewakes us up. I recognize the ringtone “Bluebird” by Alexis Ffrench. I push up slightly to free his hand. He retrieves his phone. I lie back down and wipe the sleep from my face.
“Mind if I get this? It’s Kieran on FaceTime.” His gravelly voice sends a zing of heat up my spine.
I shake my head as I yawn. I figure he’ll climb out of bed and take the call from a different room, but he sits up and answers.
“What’s good, Cuz?” He stares into the camera, wipes his eyes, and then takes a drink from the glass of water on the nightstand. After he places it down, he massages soft circles across my chest.
“Good mornin’ All-Star Captain! I wake you? I thought you’d be up already,” Kieran greets him.
