"Then what do you see?"
The other half of the smile emerged. Brandon kissed me softly.
"Love," he said, almost so low I couldn't hear it. "I see love." He closed his eyes, almost as if it was too much too bear.
"I'm yours," I said before pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Always." To the other cheek. "And." To his forehead. "Forever." To his mouth.
"Mine," he hummed against my lips. Then, just a bit more ferociously: "Mine."
And then it was like we couldn't get close enough. We were skin to skin, hands roving over each other's bodies as he slipped inside me, into the place that was already slick and ready. His hips kept a slow, luxurious pace, but I could feel his biceps tense with effort to maintain control.
"Lift yourself up a little," I said. "Just a little." I loved the feel of his big body, but I needed to be able to reach between us to find my high along with him.
Obediently, he pushed himself up on his forearms, providing enough of a gap between our bodies to slide my hands down.
"I want to see," he said as he looked down eagerly, even while his hips continued to move.
I placed two fingers on my clit while my other hand found one of my nipples and started to tweak the sensitive nub, both hands matching the slow, forceful rhythm Brandon set. He watched the hand at my breast with darkened eyes.
I had never been able to do this with anyone else. With others, sex had always felt like such a spectator sport; the watching psyched me out, made me feel like I was on display. I could never relax enough to find a rhythm, never felt at ease enough to find my high, never felt engaged enough to rise to new heights. But Brandon was so all encompassing; I was immersed in him. I could truly let go, do whatever I needed to do, because in the end, my pleasure would help him find his. With him, I could do no wrong.
His blue eyes, bluer than the summer sky that was starting to lighten with the sunrise, gleamed with love and longing as we drove on further. I couldn't look away. There was nothing else to see but him.
"Brandon," I gasped as his lips brushed mine.
"Take it, baby," he rumbled against my neck. "God, Skylar, I...I can't...fuck, I'm so close."
"I'm ready," I moaned, my hips rising to his, grinding as I pushed myself closer. I was so full I thought I would explode.
"Come, Red," he said, low and ragged. "Come with me."
I shattered. The hand at my breast grasped the soft flesh as every muscle tensed and lost complete control. Brandon took my mouth, fierce and unforgiving as his body shook over me, as we shook together, falling over the cliff of light and love and intensity and togetherness that we were.
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