“It's okay,” he whispered against my mouth. “I want it.”
Relief coursed through me and I gently gripped him before sliding my hand a little lower to where his buttocks met his thigh. The first night, when I'd inadvertently touched him in a way that had made him uncomfortable, Con had admitted that because of the rape, he’d never allowed anyone the intimacy of touching him there. He'd only ever topped and had no interest in bottoming for anyone.
I hadn't taken it personally because I’d understood completely. Despite my trust in Con that he would never hurt me, I was still afraid to let him have that last piece of me. But while I'd never found pleasure in sex with any of the men I’d been with, Con had been with many men, so he’d obviously enjoyed having sex. I, on the other hand, had never known pleasure until I'd met him, and it wasn't something I could just easily put behind me.
In the beginning, I’d constantly worried that there would come a time when Con would insist on more or he'd present me with some kind of ultimatum that would force me to choose between giving in to something I wasn't ready for or losing him altogether. But after seven nights, he’d made no such demand. If anything, he spent an endless amount of time trying to convince me that what we had between us was enough for him.
Con's mouth moved over mine, quickly dissolving the memory of the awkward moment. I kept my hand on his ass but left the other one on his back. When Con began to grind his hips against me, I cried out in pleasure as one painfully delicious sensation after another rocketed through me. The skin of his dick was so soft and yet his shaft was so hard against mine. Either he or I or both of us were making enough natural lubricant that our flesh easily slid against one another. Con kept the pace slow and easy, but it quickly proved to not be enough for me. I found myself pressing my hand against his ass to encourage him to move against me with more force.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” Con gritted out between clenched teeth.
I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. He loved making me say what I wanted. Truthfully, I loved it too because it made me feel powerful and in control because as soon as I said it, Con gave it to me.
Always.
“Harder,” I groaned, then demanded, “Fuck me harder, Con.”
His right hand slipped down to my side and then pushed between my ass and the bed. He moved my leg up so my hip was cradling his and then his mouth was on mine again. We grunted and groaned against one another as Con pumped against me. I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like if he were inside of me, stretching me, filling me. Physically, my body wanted it. I felt empty and needy. But the wall in my head wouldn’t let me say the words. So I could only imagine what it would feel like to take the final step with Con.
I slid both my hands up to wrap around Con’s back as I lifted my hips. I locked my heels behind Con's ass as he began to drive against me harder and harder. The friction between our dicks was the best kind of sensual torture. The spiral of need inside of me began to grow tighter and tighter until I was sure I would fly apart at any moment. But Con just kept driving me higher and higher. It almost bordered on painful. That need to come, that need to find release. That need to fly so high and so far that you forgot you would eventually have to come back down to earth.
“Micah, God, love you so much,” Con grated out as his entire weight pressed me into the bed and he began thrusting desperately against me.
I was sure I’d heard him wrong, but my body didn't care. The words sent me over before his body could. I screamed as I came and Con quickly muffled the sound by crashing his mouth down on mine. Tears picked the backs of my eyes as the intense orgasm consumed me and just seconds later, Con ripped his mouth from mine and buried it against my neck as he too found his release. I could feel his hot cum mixing with mine on my belly even as he continued to pump his hips against mine.
Those words, those beautiful words kept playing on a loop in my head as the orgasm went on and on.
When it was finally over and I was lying practically boneless under Con’s heavy weight, the reality of what had just happened began to hit me.