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.”

I felt the tears rise in my eyes as I reached out, planting a hand in a slap against his abs, feeling them work as he drove into me, his gaze locked to mine.

“Nick.”

“Right here, baby.”

I threw my other hand back, pushing it against the headboard and driving myself down on him as he took me.

“Fuck,” he grunted, his face darkening.

He was close.

My hand at his abs curled in, my fingernails scoring flesh.

I was closer.

His cock rammed deep.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

“Nick,” I whispered then arched uncontrollably as my body shattered while Nick kept fucking me, doing it gripping my hips hard, yanking me to him, sighing deep, all while shooting inside me.

Simultaneous orgasm.

Beautiful.

If I was going to lose him, lose that moment, that was the perfect way for it to happen.

I was just coming down when I felt his warmth cover my torso and I realized he’d fallen into me, his face in the pillow at my side.

I put my hands to him, moving, stroking, memorizing, feeling my frame jerk lightly with the aftershocks, my lips parted, eyes closed, breath steadying.

“You’re fucking spending the night,” Nick growled into my neck.

My body had felt liquid.

At his words, it turned solid.

He lifted his head.

I opened my eyes. “We can’t—”

He cut me off. “We’re gonna figure it out.”

“There’s nothing to figure out.”

He looked over my head, muttering, “I’m not findin’ this part of you bein’ a fuckin’ nut cute.”

“Sebring,” I called quietly.

He looked back at me, a mixture of sex and irritation on his face.

I liked that look so much I felt my pussy convulse.

He felt it too.

“Christ,” he bit out, his hips bucking into mine.

“Sorry,” I whispered.

“Don’t apologize for milkin’ my cock,” he ordered.

I pressed my lips together and tried not to convulse again at his words.

“You came here tonight thinkin’ I needed you.”

I decided not to answer and not just because I’d made that clear earlier so he already knew the answer.

“All I did was kiss you and now I gotta take my shirt to a tailor to put new fuckin’ buttons on it,” he carried on.

I continued my silence, again not just because that did indeed happen and there was no point denying it.

“And now you finally get it that your body is mine, your cunt is mine, your ass is mine, your everything is mine and you can trust me to give you what you need because,” he dipped closer, “you can just fuckin’ trust me and you say in the fucked-up mess we’ve built we got nothin’ to figure out?”

“I—”

“Shut it,” he growled.

I snapped my mouth shut not because he told me to but because I was getting angry and I’d been taught not to speak when I was angry.

“You’re spending the night,” he repeated. “Now, have you eaten?”