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“Don’t stop, darling.” The command is gentle, but firm. Your voice coos over the din of the room, as grounding as the grip you have on his shirt collar. He appreciates your consistency. Pleasure burns through his veins like fire, scorching him from the inside out until poor Bubba’s left trembling in the aftermath.
He makes a low noise of contentment, following your command to the letter. Bubba wished more than anything he knew the words to convey just how much he loved you, that he’d never stop if that’s what you wanted.
But maybe he already had, maybe he’d already laid with you in this bed for an eternity, shyly meeting your unfocused eyes, glazed with true pleasure. You moan softly, voice thrumming out of your throat like sweet birdsong.
Your grip tightens and he feels like he can’t breathe any air when your legs press to his hips. He likes having you like this, pressed chest to chest, sharing the same breath. It makes him feel something special to lay with you.
Gasping like you’ve never tasted air before, you lean up on your elbow and mold your mouth to his. The connection buzzes like static, shocking his lips with every smothering kiss you lay over his mouth.
His hips twitch, jerking out of rhythm, as your tongue pushes inside, curling round and round like a coiling snake. The words echo like a church bell droning, knocking the words around his head, repeating over and over until they fade out of words and into warm feelings pulsing through his soul.
I love you.
He can’t say the words and you don’t have to. The words entwined your souls long ago, a promise deeper than any union, any ritual, any marriage. You would never part, not even death came and stole away your souls.
The thought made his inside quiver and pleasure rush the waves beating against a shoreline. He’d never seen the ocean, probably never would, but you had. You knew the ocean and the crashing swell of water fighting the land.
You knew the wonders life could hold for you, and you still chose him. Your breath caught, sticking like a honey coat to your lungs. He could die here, listening to your sweet croon.
You shuddered, eyelashes fluttering against his cheek. You would never leave this place, this dilapidated house beyond the edge of nowhere, Texas heat crawling down your back as it bowed.
No, you’d never leave this place.