I had no thought. Not one. Not about anything but what I was feeling and what I could make him feel.

In return, Nick’s intensity cocooned me. The world melted away. There wasn’t even his bedroom. His bed. These were incidentals. They existed without existing.

It was just him. The noises he made. The feel of his body. His smell. His hands on me. Mine on him. Our tongues. Our teeth. His cock. My pussy.

Reduced to that, safe in Nick, trusting in that moment that was just him, only him, nothing else existing, I eventually gave in and gave him everything.

I gave him the real me.

Safe with Nick, I submitted.

Relaxing into the position he’d earned, his hand wrapped around the back of my neck, my cheek pressed to the bed, arms under me, ass in the air, taking his cock, he felt my capitulation and drove in faster.

“You mine?” he grunted.

“Yes,” I whispered.

He had me.

So he claimed more.

I felt his thumb invade my ass.

My eyes drifted blissfully closed and my body started trembling.

“You mine?” he growled.

“Yes,” I breathed.

His hand at my neck held me down while he fucked my ass with his thumb and my cunt with his cock.

“You mine?” he bit out.

“Yes,” I repeated. “Yes, Nick. Keep fucking me. Please. Keep…fucking…me.”

He kept fucking me and my trembling turned to shuddering, the violence of it growing more and more as I felt him take me and listened to our noises fill the room. The sound of our fucking. His low grunts. My heavy breathing.

Suddenly, I knew I was going to lose hold on it, my orgasm was going to overwhelm me and I couldn’t let that happen. I had to keep it together. I had to live that moment for eternity. It couldn’t be over. I’d never have it back. I’d never be nothing but Nick’s. I’d never have him all to me.

“No,” I whispered, the word breaking, trying to lock against his thrusts so I could freeze us in time, keep my climax at bay, have what we had right then forever.

“Livvie?”

“No,” I whimpered. “Don’t…wanna…lose you,” I panted.

His thumb slid gently out of my ass and his hand at my neck moved in, around and down until he had it hooked at my chest.

He pulled me up as he kept powering up inside me, his lips now at my ear.

“I’m right here,” he said.

I closed my eyes.

He pulled away, turned me, dropped me to my back in the bed and grasped my hips, yanking them up and into him so he was crouched back on his knees, again inside me, taking me.

I opened my eyes and his gaze held mine.

“Right here, Livvie.”