Indulging him won out as I added slick fingers into the mix of exploring his magnificent body. I loved how responsive he was, how his movements and low moans showed me exactly what he liked.

Milo groaned as I pushed a single digit inside, still going slow. “Oh. Wow. I’m not sure how it gets better, but it does.”

“I can do even better.”

“Brag—” Milo’s whole body arched as I crooked my finger in a particularly deliberate way. “Okay. Yeah. That. Now.”

“This?” I withdrew my finger and took care of the condom in record time.

“Yes.”

I was going to suggest again that Milo flip, but he looked particularly debauched like this, sprawled on his back, eyes hot and needy, mouth slack. I wanted him exactly like this, forever. Slowly, I pushed in, watching his expression to gauge how fast to go. He felt incredible, but even more than that was the way he made me feel. Like I was the one who was the sea god or maybe a rock star. A hero. Someone powerful and adored, and someone who was worthy of sharing this with someone as amazing as Milo.

“Say it again,” I demanded and he nodded, a little smile tugging at his lips even as his body surged with mine.

“I might love you.”

Even the might was endearing, the way Milo qualified it as his eyes still bared his soul. The words spurred me on, and we moved faster and faster together. Our bodies were in perfect sync, like a complex equation with a singular solution, running on an infinite loop. Urgency built and I reached between us, knowing what he needed and loving how his body tensed further, back bowing.

“Jasper.” He said my name like both a question and a prayer.

“Yes.” I would have promised him anything in that instant, and while the power of speech rapidly slipped away, my soul crowed with the words I couldn’t say aloud yet. My body moved like this was a song I’d heard a thousand times, like I knew exactly what to do and when. The physical pleasure wasn’t entirely new, but it was different somehow, tinged with everything I felt for him.

Watching him feel it, too, was a new level of pleasure for me, and I reveled in Milo’s reactions as the silent melody guiding us swelled and peaked. We both went over the edge at almost the same instant, and I was left drained, emotionally as well as physically spent.

“Wow.” He sounded all dreamy and I loved knowing I was the reason why.

But I was also still me, and I needed to hear him say it. “Okay?”

“You need me to write you a sonnet?” He cracked one eye open.

“No. Just be you. And be okay.”

“Always.” He pulled me close enough for a tender kiss, soft and sleepy and everything.

“Always,” I agreed.