He pulls away only long enough to reach for the lube in his nightstand. I watch him, rubbing my thighs together against the ache that pounds there, and stare at his beautiful body. The breadth of his shoulders, tapering to a narrow waist; the sharp indent where his hips meet his backside; the powerful, long lines of his thighs.

Lube in hand, he slides back onto the bed and rubs it between his fingers, warming it. Then his touch slips softly over me, featherlight circles just like his fingers and tongue that make me bite my cheek before I moan so loud I’m sure the whole apartment complex hears me.

Reaching for my hand, Jamie guides my touch along his cock, iron hard and silken hot, pumping lube over every thick inch. His eyes search mine as he smooths my hair off my face, damp with sweat, as I touch him. I open my legs wider as he settles between them, guiding himself to my entrance.

Our eyes hold as he eases just inside me. But then his drift shut, and his head falls back, exposing the long line of his throat. His Adam’s apple works roughly as he swallows and his mouth parts. “Oh God,” he whispers.

Breathing slowly, I try to relax, but the feeling of fullness is almost overwhelming. “It’s so t-tight.” My breath stutters. I clasp his shoulders as a nervous shiver rattles my body.

“I’ll go slow,” he says softly, kissing me tenderly, his tongue sweeping against mine. One hand cradles my face as he rocks gently, each roll of his hips easing him in a little more. Restrained. Controlled.

Even as I hear how shaky his breathing is. Even as his heart jackhammers against my chest.

He’s patient for me. Meeting me where I am. Like he always has.

“I . . . I . . .” I love you, I want to say. I love you so much there aren’t words to do it justice. But as he fills me, air leaves my lungs. Tears spill down my face. Emotion knots my throat.

Jamie meets my mouth in a deep kiss as he seats himself fully inside me. “I know,” he whispers.

I clutch him close, heart to heart, as he moves inside me in deep, unhurried strokes that make pleasure unfurl inside me, make my thighs tighten around his waist. Our mouths meet for slow, wet kisses. Our tongues slick and move like our bodies, our moans filling each other’s mouths. Jamie’s cock thickens, and a fine sheen of sweat gleams on his skin.

Our eyes hold, and his breathing turns harsh, ragged. I can feel his control, the raw power in his big body, pinning mine down, his weight anchoring me to earth even as each lazy roll of his hips turns me weightless.

“Feels so good,” I whisper.

He nods, breathing roughly, bending for a kiss. “So good.”