LOGINSomething changed.I felt it before I understood it. His hands on my hips shifting. The quality of his grip was different. Less deliberate patience and more something else. Something underneath the patience that had been there the whole time and was now closer to the surface.The slowness was gone.I felt it in the way he moved, the rhythm changing, and something in me rose to meet it immediately and completely. This was different from before. Before he had been careful and controlled and working through something with intention. Now he was just present, just urgent, and I was right there with him."Jax." His name felt like a permission, like a request. As yes, I'm here, I'm with you, don't stop.He made a low sound, and his forehead dropped to mine for one second. Then he picked me up off the counter.I gasped at the movement, the shift of angle, the sudden feeling of being lifted while he was still inside me. My legs locked aro
I had thought the looking would be the hardest part.I was wrong. The hardest part was what came after the looking. The staying. Both of us staying right there, eyes on each other, the kitchen very bright and very honest around us, and neither of us looking away.I didn't look away. Neither did he.And then neither of us moved at all. We just stayed there. Him fully inside me, my legs around him, both of us completely still while the reality of it settled over us like something large and warm and permanent.I could feel my own heartbeat everywhere.My forehead dropped to his shoulder and I breathed. Just breathed. In and out. His hands were moving slowly on my back, up and down, patient and warm, giving me whatever time I needed without being asked to.I didn't need much time. I lifted my head and looked at him. Then I moved my hips.It moved it slowly and deliberate. So deliberate that it was a very clear yes.He made a low sound and his hands tightened on me, and he started moving.
I pulled back just enough to look at his face.His hands were still on my waist. My forehead had been against his, and now there was just enough space between us to see him properly. I looked, and the expression on his face was the one I didn't have the right word for yet. Warm and dark and certain. Something underneath it was too large to look at directly, so I looked at the edges of it instead.I reached for the hem of his shirt, and he let me.I pulled it over his head slowly and dropped it somewhere, not watching where it landed because I was busy looking at him. His chest. His shoulders. The line of his stomach. I put my hands on him and took my time because I had spent a very long time wanting this, and I was not going to rush it now that I had it. I had earned the not rushing.He watched my hands on him with that expression. It was dark and patient. Like he had all night and intended to give me every minute of it.I filed that away too. He is always giving me the time.My finge
He stopped right in front of me.The kitchen was bright and warm and very quiet, and he was just there, looking down at me with that expression. The dark, certain one, the one that does something very specific to my ability to think clearly.I looked up at him and waited.His hands came to my waist. Unhurried. Like he had all night. Like he had three months and a whole empty house and absolutely nowhere else to be."Hi," I said. Quietly. The same word from the gym, and I didn't plan to say it. It just came out.Something moved through his face. "Hi."He kissed me slowly.Both hands pulled me in from my waist, and I went immediately, my hands on his chest, kissing him back with everything I had because I was done pretending I had any restraint where he was concerned. He knew that. I knew that. We were past the part where I performed otherwise.It built gradually. Deeper. His hands moved from my waist to my back a
His laptop was closed on the coffee table. I didn't notice when that happened.The afternoon had shifted. The light coming through the living room windows was doing that specific golden thing it does around five, low and warm, the kind of light that makes everything look a little more important than it is. Or maybe exactly as important as it is. I could never decide which.His thumb was moving slowly against my shoulder.I wasn't sure he knew he was doing it. I was very sure that I knew.My phone was in my lap but I'd stopped actually looking at it a while ago. I was just here. Present in a way I'm not usually present, with no part of my brain running its usual background noise. Just this couch, this room, his arm, the light.I thought about the last few months. The versions of myself I'd been. The girl who lost weight she didn't need to lose and stared at ceilings at two in the morning and felt like she was genuinely coming undone at every single seam.And now a Wednesday evening on
I woke up and didn't open my eyes immediately.I just laid there, aware of his arm across my waist, and the very specific weight of it, and the sound of his breathing, which was still slow and deep and completely unbothered by the world. The morning light was coming through the curtains in that particular way it does on a weekday when there's nowhere to be yet. Not demanding. Just there.I kept waiting for the anxiety to show up.It does that. It waits until I'm almost comfortable and then it arrives with its whole agenda.But this morning it didn't come. There was just the warmth of him beside me, and the sound of the house, and that very low, steady thing sitting in my chest that I couldn't quite name but also didn't need to.Three months.I thought about that. We had three months of this before anything outside this house got to have an opinion about it.I genuinely didn't know what to do with three months. I have never had that much time with anything good. Usually by the time som
I walked toward him slowly, and each step felt way very heavy.His eyes never left mine. They were tracking my movement across the room like a man watching what he wants to devour.I got very close and stopped at the edge of the bed, close enough to touch but not touching. Waiting for instruction.
“In the lot across the street. See you inside?” I typed back quickly.His response came back immediately: I’ll be there in 2.”I flipped down the visor mirror, checking my reflection one more time. Makeup still perfect. Hair still smooth. I reapplied my lip gloss, and took a bre
He was straddling my chest with his dick right in front of my face, hard and thick with pre-cum glistening and leaking from the tip.I could see every vein, every detail, so close I could feel the heat coming off it."Open your mouth."I obeyed immediately, parting my l
"He's nice," I said, which was true but also obviously not really an answer, but it felt like a good thing to say.Lexi made this frustrated noise and said "Nice? That's what you're going with?" "What do you want me to say?" "I don't know. That you're into him?







