Falling Down(128)

I reach up to cup her face in my hands. "Baby, with us, it always counts. I'll never say it just for the sake of saying it or because you f*ck me stupid. I promise," I say making an X over my heart.
She makes an X over her heart then holds up her pinky. "I'm a pinky swear kinda girl."
I nod and wrap my pinky around hers. I pull her down for a kiss. She pulls back before I'm ready for her to and I nearly protest.
"I'll never tell you I love you if I don't mean it," she whispers.
My heart leaps and some weird f*cking feeling goes through my body. Almost as if I'm on a rollercoaster and we're plunging down a thirty-story drop.
I nod and hold her gaze, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I love you," I whisper against her lips.
"I love you," she whispers back, a tear sliding down her cheek. I catch it with the pad of my thumb. Yeah, it's a big moment, one where I'm happier than I've ever been--ever. And one where I'm scared as f*ck. She could break me without meaning to, and it would be bad--so f*cking bad.
"Baby, I need to--" I tell her and she nods. "Roll with me." I maneuver us where she's on her back, rolling on the side that is tat-free, and gently onto her back, making sure none of my weight rests on her.
She winces from the friction of the bed against her back.
"Here," I say, sliding my arm under the free side and she rolls to that side so I can do the same to the other side. "Okay?" I ask, my forearms beneath her body, waist to shoulders, my hands gripping her shoulders gently.
"Oh, that's so much better. The bed against my back stung."
I nod and slowly start moving in and out of her. There will be no rushing this. Not this time. I need to show her how I feel. Words just aren't enough.
"Jesse," she whispers, her hands cupping my face now, I steadily hold her gaze as I slowly, lazily slide my cock in and out of her.
Jesus, who knew you could feel like this? God, I feel like my heart is going to thump right out of my chest. The way she's looking at me--unbelievable.
"Lucy," I whisper, picking up the pace just a bit when I feel her getting wetter. "It's never--" I shake my head and swallow hard. "It's never been like this. I don't even know what this is. It's so much more than I-"
Tears slip down her face and I lean forward and sip them off of her face with my lips.
"Baby, don't cry. Please."
"Good tears, Jesse. Only good tears."
"Is there such a thing?"
She nods. "When my happy gets so big and my heart gets so full and I can't contain it, it has to come out somewhere."
I nod. "You're so beautiful, Lucy."
She laughs. "You're such a liar. I'm a really ugly crier."
"No. You could never be ugly. There's too much good in you. With red blotches and swollen eyes, you're still the most beautiful woman I've ever met."
"Jesse Kingston waxing poetic. Romantic candlelight. Telling me he loves me. Are you sure I'm not dreaming?"
"I promise you, this is no dream. If you don't believe the words," I say, and thrust a little harder, sweat running down my back as my body loves hers. The pleasure is so god damn intense I can barely hold on and when she arches her back, her hips pushing down to meet mine, her breath catching, I know she's close. Harder and faster I make love to her, wanting to watch the love run through her, wanting to pour my love into her.
"Jesse," she whispers, "Yes, right there," and she's there. I pick up the pace and I'm with her. I wait until her eyes unfocus and her * squeezes my cock before I let myself go, pouring everything I am into her.
"Lucy," I growl as each thrust pours more and more of my cum into her as her * milks it out of me. "God," I whisper.