I feel dwarfed underneath him. He’s so big and deliciously heavy. His weight makes me sink into the mattress. Makes me feel weirdly safe, like his bulk alone could protect me from anything.
His mouth. Oh, god, his mouth. I could drown in these kisses.
When I moan, he breaks away, breathing raggedly.
“Am I hurting you?”
Dazed, I blink, looking up into his face. His eyes are wild. His nostrils are flared. His lips are wet from my kisses. He’s so beautiful, it’s physically painful. Looking at him is like having an arrow shot straight through my heart.
I whisper, “No. But if you do, I don’t want it to stop you. If I’m bruised tomorrow, so be it.”
I sink my hands into his hair and pull his head down. His mouth meets mine as he’s exhaling a groan.
We kiss until I’m squirming underneath hi
