“I can,” she promises, her hand sliding down his back as he sinks into her. She gasps softly, because even after multiple orgasms, she feels tight around him and she loves how it feels, that stretch that comes with being filled. Specifically, she loves how it feels with him. It’s different with Steve and she knows she doesn’t have much to compare it to, but she still knows it’s different. Better.

The way he’s lying on top of her brings their faces close together, close enough that she can feel his breath on her cheek and she touches his face with one hand, then pushes back the thick fall of his hair.

“I really love you,” she murmurs as she tilts her hips to let him sink deeper into her.