Aden sits up and fucks me harder. He’s so deep inside me that I can’t open my eyes. I grab the pillows for dear life with one hand and reach between my legs with the other.

“Yeah, fuck yeah, take it baby,” he pants. “Fuck. Make yourself come on my cock. You’re so—fuck, fuck, you’re tight. You feel so fucking good.”

My clit is so sensitive that it can only handle the gentlest touch. I circle it softly while Aden fucks me. The contrast between the force of his thrusts and the whisper-soft pressure of my fingers builds an impossible tension between my legs. That tension becomes a pleasure so thick that I almost feel drunk on it. I keep rubbing until another orgasm hits me like a wave.

Aden curses behind me, burying himself deep while I ride it out. It feels endless, my body clenching around him again and again, and I haven’t begun to come down yet when his hips hitch and he starts stroking into me fast and hard.

“Gonna come,” he says. “Fuck. Fuck. Gonna come.”

He does, his release is hot inside me and I feel every pulse of his cock.

I don’t think it’s fully ended yet when he pulls out.

“Aden,” I cry. “Aden, please⁠—”

He turns me over onto my back and makes sure my head is nestled in the pillows, then crawls over me and pushes himself inside. Still hard and wanting more.

“Too much?” he murmurs into my ear.

“No. No. Could never be too much.”

It couldn’t. Not with his strong body over mine. Not with his arms around me. Not with my arms around him.

I’m almost delirious with pleasure, but I shut my eyes and move with him.

He’s slow the second time around, taking his time with every thrust. I think he wants to fuck all night, and I wouldn’t mind it. I could fall asleep like this and wake up with him still inside me.

Aden starts dropping kisses to my face and my forehead and my jaw after a while. He kisses me as slowly and deliberately as he fucks me.

This is what it’s like to be able to touch someone.

This is why I survived.

Because I needed to be consumed by a man this way.

Not just any man. By Aden. I need to have him over me, exploring me, so deep inside me that I can’t tell where he ends and I begin. It’s all feeling between us, all heat and emotion and moment, and it makes me feel like I can breathe.

Every part of my body that had been stressed or tense from the day melts into the bed. I lift my face up for more of his kisses. Each one feels like a promise. He’ll be here for me. He’ll do whatever I need from him.

We made it.