Beautiful Bastard

cock pressed into my thigh. I wanted it higher. I wanted it pushing inside me. “Teasing is all we do.”
    As if to prove me wrong, he reached down, grabbing his length and guiding himself into me, pulling my leg around his hip. Holding very still, he stared down at me. His upper lip twitched.
    “Please move,” I whispered.
    “You’d like that?”
    “Yes.”
    “And if I don’t?”
    I bit my lip, tried to glare at him.
    He smiled, growling, “ This is teasing.”
    “Please?” I tried to move my hips but he followed my movements so I couldn’t gain any friction.
    “Chloe, I never tease you. I fuck the sense out of you.”
    I laughed, and his eyes fell closed when I did, my body constricting him even more.
    “Not that you have much sense to begin with,” he said, biting my neck. “Now tell me how good I make you feel.” Something in his voice, some vulnerability or dip in its strength as the sentence ended told me he wasn’t playing around.
    “No one has ever made me come before. Not with hands or mouth or anything else.”
    He’d been holding still before, though the telltale signs of strain had been apparent; his shoulders trembled and his breath came out in shallow pants, as if his entire body wanted to explode into a wild tangle in the sheets. But when I said this, he completely froze. “No one?”
    “Only you.” I stretched to nibble his jaw. “I’d say that puts you a bit ahead of the field.”
    He exhaled my name as his hips moved back and then forward. And again back and forward. The conversation was done; his mouth found mine, and then my chin, and my jaw, and my ears. His hand moved up my side, to my breast, and finally to my face.
    And when I thought we were both lost to the rhythm and I could feel my climax just beyond me, but so close, and I dug both heels into his ass, needing more, and faster, and all of him, he whispered, “I wish I’d known that.”
    “Why?” I managed, an exhale carrying the sound barely past my lips. Faster, my body screamed. More. “Would it have changed how big an asshole you were?”
    He unwrapped my legs from around him, flipped me over and up onto my knees. “I don’t know. I just wish I’d known,” he grunted, pushing into me once again. “Jesus. So fucking deep like this.”
    His movements were so fluid, like dancing, rippling water; like the sliding of the sunlight across a room. The mattress springs groaned beneath us, the force of his thrusts pushing me farther up the bed.
    “Almost.” I clutched at the sheets, begged him to keep going. “Almost. Harder.”
    “Fuck. I’m so close. Get there.” He synchronized every movement with the last, knowing now was the point where he couldn’t change a thing. “Get there.”
    His face, his voice, his scent—each part of him filled my mind as I obediently came apart beneath him.
    He thrust roughly; then every muscle froze before he melted against me as he came. “Fuck, fuck, fuck . . .” he breathed into my hair before falling quiet, heavy and still on top of me.
    The air conditioner turned on with a rattle and then a steady drone. After he caught his breath, Bennett rolled off me, dragging his hand across my sweaty back. “Chloe?”
    “Mmm?”
    “I want more than just this.” His voice was so thick and heavy, I wasn’t actually sure he was awake.
    I froze, my thoughts exploding in a chaotic mess. “What did you just say?”
    He opened his eyes, with apparent effort, and looked at me. “I want to be with you.”
    Lifting myself on an elbow, I stared down at him, completely unable to pull a single word out of my brain.
    “So sleepy.” His eyes rolled closed and he threw a heavy arm around me, pulling me down onto him. “Baby, come here.” He pressed his face into my neck and mumbled, “It’s okay if you don’t want it too. I’ll take anything you’ll give me. Just let me stay here until the morning, okay?”
    I was suddenly wide awake, staring at the dark wall and listening to the hum of the air conditioner. I was terrified that this changed everything, and even more terrified that he had no idea what he was saying, and it would change nothing.
    “Okay,” I whispered into the dark, hearing his breathing slow into a steady, sleeping rhythm.

    I rolled over and pulled a pillow against my body, seeking comfort. His scent pulled me out of sleep, but the cool sheets on the other side of the bed told me I was alone. I looked toward the bathroom door, trying to focus on any noise I