His knees shifted, lifting to brace my back. I could feel him rolling beneath me, mimicking the motion my hips were making.
On a gasp, I warned him again. “Pollux.”
His only response was to grunt and slide his long, strong tongue inside me. It was all I needed—thighs trembling, belly clenching, I came.
And came.
And came.
He didn't let up. He lapped at me, sucked my clit into his mouth, and pushed me beyond the place where I thought I could go.
Then the world was spinning. With one hand on my back, he flipped us and slid into me like he was made to be there.
He was. God. He was. He was. He was.
The thick head of him pushed between my still convulsing walls until he was seated as far as he could go.
Every inch of him stretched and filled me. I shut my eyes, wanting to blot out anything but the sensation.
If he stayed right here, I could come again. He wouldn't even have to move.
My clit throbbed and pulsed. I pushed my heels into the mattress, arching into him, begging him without words to get even closer. But how was that possible? He was inside me. Against me. He kissed me and I breathed his air.
The movement pushed him even deeper into me and he groaned. “Hold on, Leo. Wait.”
It took every bit of self-control I had, but I did. It didn't stop my hands from skimming over his back, pressing into the lines of muscles that he hid beneath his clothes. I could trace their outlines, the way they moved and contracted with each ragged breath he took.
Slowly, he pulled out of me, then slid home. Out and back.
I held him tighter, moving my hands down his back to keep him where I wanted him. Each time he withdrew, he held the tip of himself poised at my entrance, then thrust that long, smooth length into me.
It took nothing for me to be on the precipice again. He dipped his head, shifting his body so he could clutch my breast. A warm, wet tongue circled my nipple before he sucked it into his mouth and used his teeth to bite me gently.
I swear to god, I arched so high, I lifted him off the bed with me. Pollux chuckled, moved his head to my other breast, and did the same thing.
He was killing me.
It was too much. His teeth and tongue, the smooth glide of his body into mine. I wanted to slow it all down and speed it up and come and hover here on the edge of coming.
Trailing his lips over my breasts, he kissed my chest, along my neck and back to my lips. Beautiful, perfect man.
“Come on, Leo.”
I opened my eyes to see his bright-green eyes fixed to my face. He pressed a hand to my hip, holding me down while he pistoned inside me. Sweat dripped down the side of his face, along his temple, and he clenched his teeth.
He was holding off for me.
Watching him struggle, keeping himself from release until I found mine, pushed me over the edge.
My body went up in flames—trembling, clenching—and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him against me.
Warmth filled me, pulse after pulse, and I smiled. I loved him and now, finally, our bodies had caught up with our emotions.
“I love you,” he whispered. He kissed my ear, then my neck while continuing to thrust shallowly. “I will love you for eternity.”
“I love you.” And if I had an eternity, I'd love him for it, too.
He shifted, holding himself over me so we could see each other, and he smiled.