“And what are you going to do when I slide my cock into your tight, wet pussy, Polly?”
“I’m going to come for you,” she promises.
I move behind her, push my own pants down, and grab her hips. I run my hands up and down her sides before teasing her opening with my cock. Gently, I rub it through her tender juices as she gets more and more excited. I can hear her breathing harder and harder as she waits for me.
As she needs me.
“I’m so close,” she whispers.
“Tell me how much you want me,” I murmur.
I want to hear her say the words again. I want her to come apart for me.
“So much,” she says. “Please.”
I can’t wait any more.
Her begging is enough to make anyone come undone and I’m no exception. I thrust my cock into her from behind, and Polly gasps with pleasure. She breathes heavily and makes these sweet little noises that just serve to get me more excited.
“Jace,” she whispers. “Oh, fuck.”
I reach around her front and begin to stroke her clit softly as I make love to her. She groans, wiggling against me.
This is it, I realize.
This is the moment when everything changes between us.
Last night, sex was about passion and need, but right now?
This sex is about so much more.
This is about healing.
The two of us have been through something traumatic. We’ve been through hell. We’ve been to the end of the world and back again because that’s what happens when you lose everything.
When you love someone you truly care about, everything becomes painful. It becomes hard. It becomes unbelievably horrific.
And right now, all we want to do is forget.
So, I slide into Polly, and I pretend that I’m fine. I imagine that somehow, everything is okay. In another world, in another universe, it is. Maybe soon, in our universe, it will be.
I rub her clit as I thrust in and out of Polly. She’s so fucking precious and beautiful. As I get closer and closer, I can feel her body growing more and more tense. Soon we’re both going to fall apart and it’s going to be fantastic.
It’s going to be incredible.
It’s going to be everything.
“Come for me,” I murmur. “Come, Polly.”
“I can’t,” she whispers. “I’m close.”
“Now, pretty girl,” I command. “Come for me right now, baby. Come for me, princess.”
And just like that, our entire worlds shatter into pieces.
When Polly comes, she throws her head back and cries out. I hold onto her hips, thrusting harder as the orgasm rushes over her. It’s the most beautiful and fantastic thing I’ve ever see. Watching her come apart is like watching the sun rise.
It’s incredible.