Neither of us were in a rush. We had no pressure. We had plenty of time to figure it all out and do it right.
Now that he knew almost everything about me, he’d be better equipped to deal with my “moods” if and when they sprung up. I couldn’t promise him I would never slip back into the darkness, even if temporarily, but it would help me immensely to know he’d be waiting to help lift me back out.
In turn, I wanted to be there for him, to support him in every aspect of his life, especially with his business and his writing. Since he helped me stand straight and true again, I would be there for him whenever he needed to lean on me.
He had been my pillar, now I wanted to be his.
Getting lost in my thoughts had cooled the lava rushing through my veins enough so I no longer worried about coming undone within the first thirty seconds of being inside him.
As always, Rett’s patience impressed me. He wasn’t pressuring me to “hurry up.” He wasn’t complaining about me taking my time. He waited for me to be ready.
He didn’t have to wait any longer.
I was ready and it was time.
I shifted forward and gently drew one hand down his spine and over his ass while holding my cock in the other. Separating his muscular cheeks, I rubbed the crown up and down over his glistening hole.
Seeing him relaxed and open like that had me not wasting any more time. I placed the head of my cock at his opening and nudged forward. He stretched around me as I buried myself inside him. With a shudder, his spine arched slightly and I kept pushing until I was fully seated.
I breathed through my urge to ram into him over and over, and gathered myself enough to ask, “You okay?”
“Yes,” came muffled from where his head was tucked in his arms. “I’m more than okay.”
His response helped me relax and settle for a few seconds.
However, my urge to pound him into the mattress until I came was quickly ramping up. I fought it, reminding myself not to do that tonight.
Rocking my hips, I found a steady, gentle rhythm.
My movements had the opposite effect than intended. Instead of getting into it, getting lost in what we were doing, Rett was tensing.
I gritted my teeth and held back. Tonight wasn’t only for sex, it was for us to connect, for sharing and intimacy, I reminded myself.
“If you aren’t going to give me one-hundred percent, Chase, at least give me fifty. Right now, it feels like you’re only giving me ten.”
“Sorry,” I mumbled. He was right. Of course!
With a deep inhale, I closed my eyes and began moving again.
I started slow, then gradually ramped it up, taking him faster and deeper. Until the room filled with the sounds of slapping skin, harsh grunts and deep groans. Until his fingers gripped the bedding like he was afraid his head would be driven into the headboard.
Until he was crying out my name, encouraging me to take him harder. Until a sheen of sweat coated his skin. Until beads of perspiration dropped from my chin and pooled in the small of his back.
I did not let up and he did not ask me to.
Every time I rammed forward, he slammed his ass into me, meeting me thrust for thrust.
Staying in position, he turned his head on the mattress enough so he could watch what I was doing.
I fell over him, nipping along his spine. Scraping my teeth along his shoulder blades. He had to dig his knees deeper into the mattress to stay in place and to keep from being shoved higher up the bed with each pounding thrust.
I licked the sweat from the back of his neck, then sucked on that tender spot where his shoulder and neck met. With one hand planted on the back of his head, I pinned it down to help keep him in place. My fingers instinctively curled, grabbing his hair so tightly, it had to make his scalp sting.
But I did not let up.
Not yet. Not unless he told me to.
I was riding this high and taking Rett along with me. Every movement, every noise, he made spurred me to take it further.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it. Just like that,” he encouraged.
He was taking everything I was giving him and even asking for more.
He was unbreakable.
But was I?
Pressure built in my lower belly and my balls pulled tight. The urge to come rushed through me, trying to pull me under and make me surrender.
I didn’t want to come like this, with him face down. Unfortunately, in my haste, I hadn’t thought that through.
When I paused, a noise of complaint rose from him. I adjusted our legs and rolled us to our sides. I looped my bottom arm around his waist, holding him close. The other I draped over top his waist, dragged my fingers up his stomach and as soon as I found one hard-tipped nipple, I twisted it at the same time as I sunk my teeth into the firm flesh of his shoulder. Not as deep as I would normally, to the point just shy of breaking the skin, but hard enough for him to twitch against me and groan.