I tilt my head to the side and I feel tears springing to my eyes at what I assume he meant as a possessive comment but was laced with sweet sentiment. “I love you.”

He stops cleaning himself off for a second and holds my gaze, his blue eyes sincere and shining with nothing but love for me making me believe he’s going to return the sentiment.

“What I feel for you is deeper than love, Whitney.” Oh. He lies on his back and stares at the ceiling. “Devotion. Obsession.” He sighs. “Telling you I love you doesn’t seem to feel enough. The fact that I feel so out of control with need for you when I know I shouldn’t. I know it’s going to cause a catastrophic response and yet I don’t fucking care.” He turns his head toward me. “I just want you. I need you. I feel you underneath my skin every second. I felt you in every painful beat of my heart when we were apart.” I remember feeling something similar.

My mouth falls open. “JP…” I trail off. “You chose now to drop these very romantic bombs? Why didn’t you tell me this last night? Did you not want to stick your dick in my ass last night?”

He chuckles and the lightness in his eyes replaces the heaviness. It’s not that I didn’t want to hear how deep his love went for me, but I didn’t want him telling me this while we were three thousand miles apart. I wanted him to tell me while I was in his arms and he was slowly moving inside me. “I cannot wait to get my dick back in your ass, Whitney. Fuck, the way you squeeze the cum out of my dick.”

“Touch it again.”

He goes to grab it when I stop him.

“If you’re going to fuck my ass, it needs to be a little wetter than that.”

He quirks an eyebrow and then I see the spit fly from his mouth onto his hard member.

A gasp leaves my lips even though I knew he was planning to do that but seeing it makes my nipples pebble and my cunt flutter. I bite my lip and his eyes darken as he watches me watch him tug on his dick that was still slightly hard despite having just come.

“You wish I’d just spit on your pussy, don’t you?” He leans forward. “Do it yourself.”

“I don’t need to, I’m already wet,” I offer. I let out a whimper when my fingers ghost over my clit again, my body still humming from my last orgasm.

“For me then.” He licks his lips. “I want to see it.”

“I’m a lady, I don’t spit.” I raise my nose in the air in mock horrification.