15-05-2021-052358It-Ends-with-Us

His mouth is fierce and needy, kissing me everywhere he can reach.
I grow so dizzy, I can do nothing but succumb to him. He’s
unapologetic in the way he fucks me. His hand comes between my
headboard and the top of my head as he pushes harder and harder,
the bed crashing against the wall with every push.
My fingernails dig into the skin of his back as he buries his face
against my neck.
“Ryle,” I whisper.
“Oh, God,” I say.
“Ryle!” I scream.
And then I bite down on his shoulder to muffle every sound that
comes after it. My whole body feels it—from my head to my toes and
back up again.
I’m afraid I might literally pass out for a moment, so I tighten my
legs around him and he tenses. “Jesus, Lily.” His body ripples with
tremors, and he shoves against me one last time. He groans, stilling
himself on top of me. His body jerks with his release and my head falls
back against the pillow.
It’s a full minute before either of us is able to move. And even
then, we choose not to. He presses his face into the pillow and lets out
a deep sigh. “I can’t.. .” He pulls back and looks down at me. His
eyes are full of something... I don’t know what. He presses his lips to
mine and then says, “You were so right.”
“About what?”
He slowly pulls out of me, coming down on his forearms. “You
warned me. You said one time with you wouldn’t be enough. You said
you were like a drug. But you failed to tell me you were the most
addictive kind.”