Throwing him a grin, I sit back on my haunches and reach for my discarded jeans. Digging into the pocket, I pull out the bottle of lube I stored in there, uncapping it and rubbing a generous amount onto my cock before doing the same with his hole. I stroke his dick a few times for good measure before lining myself up. As I drop down so my hands are on either side of his head, I stare into his deep, nearly black eyes.

“I love you,” I breathe before locking my lips with his and pushing inside. His hands fly to wrap around my back as he sighs into my mouth. His tongue tangles with mine as I inch my way in farther. By the time I’m fully seated, we’re both breathless and dazed.

“I love you,” he finally replies with so much conviction, and adoration in his eyes, it hits me right in the chest.

I don’t think there’s ever been a single moment since meeting Cash that my soul didn’t know we’d end up together. He came into my life like a wicked storm, unexpected and refusing to be ignored, and while my whole world fell apart, I’ve come to realize it needed to shatter in order to get us here.

I fuck him with long, languid strokes, making sure to hit his prostate on my way out. His chest rises and falls in rapid succession as he holds on to me like he never wants to let me go—arms wrapped tightly around my back, nails digging into the skin, and the heels of his feet digging into my ass as he urges me deeper. His moans are on a constant loop, my favorite melody.

We are chest to chest, connected in every way we possibly can be, but it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough with him. He moves his hands up to my face, cupping my cheeks, as I thrust into him. His eye contact is staggering, and I feel it everywhere. He sees me like nobody ever has.

Like always with him, the outside world completely vanishes. Time doesn’t exist. It’s just me and him, and this moment together. I wonder if sex with Cash will ever not feel this intense, like we might physically die if we don’t ravage each other. If my chest will ever not feel like it could explode from all the emotions swimming around.

I don’t think so, and I love it. I want to always feel this lust-drunk and sex crazed with him. I want it to always feel earth shattering and monumental. Sex before him was never like this. It’s cliche, but it’s also the truth. His body was made for mine, and it’s evident in the way we move together.

“God, Stone…” His eyes roll back before locking back on me. “I think I’m gonna come…”