“God, I swore to myself I was going to take my time with you,” he whispered, moving inside me hard and deep. “And now we’re here and I can’t slow down.” “Don’t,” I begged, pulling him tighter to me, rocking my hips beneath his. “Don’t slow down. For once, I won’t say there’s no rush. There’s a rush. There’s definitely a rush.” He laughed, pausing only to bring his lips to mine. “I love you so much.” “I love you too.” And then we were lost to each other, and just like he promised, it was something better than a dream.
