Cloud Strife Fanfiction - Blog Posts

Omg that was something

love crushed - cloud x reader

summary: cloud can't sleep with you on his mind, unable to accept his feelings. until eventually you both get caught unable to sleep. confessions occur, seggs happens perchance.

tw: seggs, quite rough seggs

He finally gave up. After hours of writhing in his hotel room, trying to convince himself over and over again, he knew he wasn’t winning. You had been circulating his mind, doing laps, your face crossing his vision every second. Continuously recalling your cut-up face today, panting, exhausted, the way his heart failed at the sight of you. You had no hesitation when it came to saving anyone, even at the expense of yourself. 

He groaned, dragging himself out of bed to get fresh air on the balcony. He dragged his hands down his face as he leaned against the railings, looking over Junon. He was being such a fucking girl about this, really. Just a simple crush and it was like he was 14 years old again, getting sweaty hands at the mere thought of you, and yet he still didn't want to accept it, what was right in front of him.

Cloud sighed deeply, resting his elbows against the railings and clasping his hands together. He couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn't be away from you. Even if you didn’t return his feelings, it wasn't going to stop him, no way in hell, he just needed you by his side, sitting in that bed he was already thinking about knocking on your door just to talk to you and see if you were still okay from that fight that happened hours ago. 

"I don't like her. I'm just not used to having new friends," he told himself, the wind ruffling his hair and his heart pounding at the thought of you, eventually shaking his head, that didn't feel right. He couldn't even deny it anymore. "...It's just a crush, I'll get over it."

The lie tasted bitter on his tongue.

Cloud was already heading to your room, his hand raised to knock on the door before he realised what he was doing. He cursed himself, dropping his arm back down to his side. This was fucking ridiculous, what was he doing? Cloud didn't even realise the way he was acting, but this was unlike him. Normally, he was cool and collected, always had been, but you, you turned his world upside down and he had no idea how to handle it. 

"Why am I doing this?" He thinks, softly leaning his head against the door. "She's probably sleeping, why are you disturbing her for this stupid shit?" He asked himself, turning around and walking down the hall towards the elevator. He pressed the button, waiting as he looked back at your door. And you stepped out, half asleep and still in your pajamas, it was so dark you didn't even see Cloud at the end of the hallway. 

You shuffled down the hallway. Your head was killing you, all those thoughts that had been swarming you for the past few hours, and now you had a headache. It was a horrible, horrible, night. You needed to go see Aerith to see if she had any healing spells, or Tifa to see if she had any medication, maybe you could go out and clear your head.

You bumped straight into Cloud's chest while you were rubbing your eyes.

"Y/n?"

"Cloud?"

"What are you doing up? Are you okay?"

"I could ask you the same thing. Not trying to sneak out on us are you?" You say, looking up at him, squinting. The hallway lights were bright and you couldn't see his expression properly.

"Just taking a walk."

"Oh my god, that's great. Can I join you?"

"Sure. Everything okay?"

"Yeah," you sigh, "I just couldn't sleep, I've got a lot of things on my mind."

"I know what that's like."

"You couldn't sleep either, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Wanna talk about it?" You ask, walking next to him as you both go downstairs.

"Not really." You smiled.

"You're never going to open up to me, are you? It's nice to get things off your chest, you know. I'm a great listener."

"You're also so nosy."

"Only for hot, mysterious guys." You giggle, poking him in the chest. He rolls his eyes, shaking his head and trying not to smile, but you notice his mouth twitching and the tips of his ears going red. "Where are we going, by the way?"

"Down on the beach, unless you want to go somewhere else?"

"No, it's fine. I love the beach."

"You'll freeze."

"I won't."

"You're still wearing your PJs."

"I don't need a lecture, Cloud."

"Well it's my problem if you get sick, isn't it?"

"That's cute. Assuming the responsibility of taking care of me."

"Isn't that what I'm doing right now?"

"Touche."

You both walked in silence to the beach, the breeze was warm and the stars were shining bright in the sky. The waves were crashing on the shore, the smell of the ocean was filling the air, and Cloud was beside you.

"What's on your mind?" He asked. 

"Hit my head when we were fighting earlier, had a headache. And just thinking about some stupid shit that happened years ago, it's so annoying when you can't get things out of your head and you get a headache."

"I get it. I feel the same way. Sometimes it feels like a million things are happening and all at once."

"Exactly."

You were quiet for a moment, listening to the ocean and feeling the soft sand beneath your feet. He turned to face you while you were looking over the water, moonlight softly reflecting in your eyes, lighting up your face. Breathtaking. Although brutally reminded of earlier as his eyes dropped down to the cut on your cheek, the gash on your arm. 

"I’m sorry that I couldn't get to you quick enough earlier."

"It's fine, you don’t have to protect me. Just ended up with a concussion."

"Why do you always get yourself hurt for other people?" You laughed. 

"I couldn't let Tifa get hurt, could I? She deserves princess treatment. You would know, you have a crush on her, don't you?" 

"What?" Cloud choked.

"Knowing a girl that pretty since you were kids? Sounds like a great love story." You were genuinely curious, not wanting to be a homewrecker or get the wrong idea from him at any point. You could get the vibe that she liked him too, that they were flirting sometimes. 

"Tifa is my best friend, I've known her for years."

"You guys were arguing like a couple in Nice. Or is it a relationship?"

"We're childhood friends."

"That's not what I asked, Cloud."

"No, it’s not.”

"What about Aerith?"

"Aerith is like my sister."

"Do you have a crush on her then? Is that why you always get flustered around her?"

"Why does it matter? You've got a thing for Reno, don't you?" You burst out laughing, he couldn't help but smile watching you die for a minute straight, until you could feel abs coming through. But he genuinely wanted a straight answer. "Don't you?"

"No?" You snorted. 

"Leslie or Tseng?"

"Oh my God, Cloud. You're going to kill me." You laughed. "What makes you think that?"

"You kept calling them hot. The way you look at both of them too. "

"The way I look at him? Are you jealous?" You tease.

"Of course not." He said sternly.

"Why are you getting so defensive, Strife?" You smirk.

"I'm not."

"Sounds like jealousy to me."

"Why would I get jealous?"

"Are you sure you're not jealous, Cloudy? You're getting a bit worked up."

"Y/n..." He mutterest annoyedly.

"You're not denying it."

"What's there to deny? ...Oh, come on. I saw the way you looked at Reno."

"Reno's a pain in the ass. An attractive pain in the ass. But I don't like him." Thank God, he thinks. "What about you then? Aerith or Tifa?"

"No."

"No to both of them?"

"Why are you surprised?"

"Because they're gorgeous! Are you gay?!"

"No. I'm just... not attracted to them. That's all."

"Ok so... not gay, not attracted to Tifa or Aerith." You list. "You have to like someone."

"Who do you like thetn?" I’m not ready for an unrequited confession, you think. 

"I asked first."

"Are you 5?"

"We're literally sitting here talking about crushes and you're dodging the question. You’re the five-year-old."

"This is ridiculous."

"Who is it?"

"Are we really going to do this here?"

"Please."

"I like you." Cloud says, finally looking at you. You freeze, blinking a couple of times. His heart sinks to his stomach, knowing he should’ve expected rejection and feeling like a fucking idiot. 

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Say it again."

"I like you, Y/n. What? Have I ruined everything?"  One more butterfly and you would've flown away. 

"You don't." You say, trying to confirm it.

"Why is that so hard to believe?"

"If you're being serious I'm going to do something really stupid."

"Wha-" You grabbed the collar of his vest, pushing his face toward you, lips connecting.  His hands find your waist quickly, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. Your hands snake around his neck, running through his hair, his hand cupping your cheek, thumb stroking it. He pulls away, biting your bottom lip, picking your hips to wrap your legs around his waist, panting heavily and taken shocked.  

"You have no idea how long it took for me to come to terms with the fact I like you."

“I can’t believe it either.” You smile, kissing him again. “I bagged Cloud Strife.”

“And I bagged you.”

"Let’s get back to the hotel. It’s cold.”

“Almost like I said. And who’s going to be the one taking care of you?”

“It’s almost like I wanted you to warm me up.” You smiled. 

…

He quickly had you against the door the second you got in, kissing down your neck feverishly. It was the only thing he could do after you had been relentlessly going through his mind all week. He wanted nothing more than to feel every inch of you.

"Cloud," you moan, pulling at his vest and throwing it off of him.

"What?" He breathes, his hand reaching the back of your neck to pull you into another kiss.

"Do you know how hot you are?"

"Do you know how hot you are? Why the hell are you not naked yet?" He mumbles into your mouth, ripping your shirt off.

"Fuck." You gasp, as his lips travel down your chest, unclipping your bra. "Couldn't even wait to get onto the bed? Ah-!" His nimble fingers came to your breast, rolling the bud, his mouth sucking in your other nipple, tongue swirling around it. You grip onto his hair, your body burning, twitching. He lifts his head, his lips capturing yours again.

"You're beautiful."

"You're making me blush." You breathe, as his finger catches in your waistband, moving slowly.

“It looks good on you."

"Hurry up, please,"

"Begging already?"

"You've had me waiting long enough, I swear-" He presses his lips against yours again, silencing you.

"Patience."

"I can’t." You mutter as he pulls off your shorts and undergarments, bringing his face down, arms wrapped around your thighs to prop you up against the wall.

"Please, Cloud."

"God, I love it when you beg. You have no idea what it does to me." He groans, taking in what is in front of him. 

"Fucking do something about it." You say frustratedly, bucking your hips forward to prompt any kind of contact. 

"Didn't expect you to be such a brat." He nudges his nose against your clit, making your thighs squeeze, although forced back open by his arms.

"Cloud!"

He licks a long stripe down your pussy, his tongue slipping in. His tongue flicks, making you arch as you whisper his name over and over.

"Cloud, fuck, Cloud,"

"So pretty," he says, muffled.

"More, please."

He takes your clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, his arms holding you up as you start to shake. His tongue works its way down, sliding in and out, nose pressed deeply into your sensitive bud. It didn't take you long to feel yourself build up to your finish.

"I'm close." You whimper, he feels your thighs tighten, letting your thighs squeeze his head and hang your legs over your shoulder. 

"Come on, baby."

You moan as your climax reaches, eyes rolling back, gripping his hair tightly. Your legs begin to twitch, his head lifting up.

"So perfect for me." He hums, standing up, held up by your ass as he brings your face up for a kiss. He brings you over to lie on his bed. He kisses down your body, making you whine.

"What about you?" You ask. 

"What about me?"

"Don't you want to finish?"

"You want me to fuck you?"

"God, yes."

"Are you sure you can handle it, princess?" He asks, undoing his trousers and removing the rest of his clothes. “How do you want it?”

"However you want."

"I asked how you wanted it, Y/n.”

"I'm indecisive, I just need you. Do whatever you want, please."

"You sure you're not going to regret that? I won't hold back." He says, kicking off his trousers. You can see the bulge through his boxers, making your heart stop for a minute. "Having second thoughts?"

"That's a lot for my first time."

"You're a virgin?"

"I don't exactly have time for boyfriends when I move all over the place."

"I'll be gentle then."

"I thought you said you weren't holding back." You sit up, watching him as he pulls it out, and kicks away his boxers too. Speechless.

"Only if you had a deathwish." He teases. 

"Can I suck it?"

"Only if you promise not to bite."

"No promises."

He smiles, stroking his cock a couple of times, standing over you. He lets your hand wrap around it, guiding you to his tip. You take him in your mouth, his hand tangling itself in your hair, gently guiding himself down your throat.

"You're so pretty." He groans. You swirl your tongue, making him buck his hips slightly, a moan escaping his lips. You hum, sending vibrations down his dick, his grip tightening in your hair.

"Faster," he pleads, thrusting into your mouth, your eyes watering as he goes deeper. "Fuck,"

He pulls out, you lick a long strip down the underside, sucking the tip. You can taste the precum as you go back to deepthroating him as far as you can manage until you feel his balls tighten.

"God, I could cum in your mouth right now."

You can feel him getting close, his grip starts to tighten. He pulls you away by your hair.

"I was going to let you finish me, but I want to hear you scream." He pushes you back down onto the bed, spreading your legs wide open. You can feel the heat radiating off of his dick, as it rests on your pelvis. "You still want this?"

"Yes, Cloud. Please, please."

"Needy thing." He says, leaning down to peck your lips. He swirls a finger around your clit, before pushing the tip against it, slowly running it up and down. He watches the way your face contorts in pleasure, as you grab the pillow underneath your head. He lines himself up, changing his mind at the last second with a grin, rubbing it up between your lips again. 

"Stop teasing me,"

"It's so fun to watch your squirm,"

"I'll finish myself off."

"Oh yeah? How are you going to do that if I'm holding you down?" He grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head.

"I can't wait any longer, please."

"Since you're begging so nicely."

"God, finally." He leans over again, kissing you one more time before lining himself up. Slowly, pushing the tip in, and letting you adjust to the stretch as he stayed there for a minute. He groaned, it was already so tight, hot, wet.

"Fuck... So tight." He mutters, thrusting the tip in. "You okay?"

"Yeah." You twitch around him, and he feels it. He pushes in slowly, inch by inch. His cock filling you, the stretch getting wider, as he slides in completely, the inside of you full.

"Ah- Fuck."

"Want me to stop?" You shake your head. He bites down on his bottom lip. "God you feel so good." Slowly, he pulls out, the head catching on the edge, and pushes in again. The pace stays slow for a while, his hand holding your wrists above your head.

"Taking me so good." He moans, kissing your neck again. You whimper, any discomfort starting to melt away, pleasure taking over.

"Harder, Cloud."

He complies, snapping his hips into you, the pace slowly picking up. You cry out and his hand comes off your wrists to clamp around your mouth before you woke up everyone else, his thrusts turning into a fast and rough pace, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing through the room. His breath was hot on your neck, panting.

"You want it rough?" 

"God, please, yes." He pulls out suddenly, flipping you over onto your chest, your ass hanging in the air. 

His hand came to your hip, slamming back into you, grabbing a handful of hair and yanking it back, forcing your back to arch. His pace was brutal, his hand leaving your hip, coming to the small of your back, holding you in that position. The room filled with nothing but the sound of his balls hitting your clit, the obscene wet noise of his cock slipping in and out. You bury your face into the pillow, muffling the noises spilling out of your mouth.

"God, you take my cock so well. Such a good girl." He groans. His pace begins to stagger, his dick twitching inside you. "Can't believe I had to wait this long for you."

He pulls your head back, pressing his chest against your back. He kisses and sucks at the skin of your neck, his hips snapping against your ass, the sound of the headboard knocking against the wall. His hand comes back down to your clit, rubbing harsh circles, and it was overwhelming. You felt tears form in the corner of your eyes.

"I'm so close."

"Me too."

"Come on, y/n, cum on my cock." His hips snapped again, and you couldn't hold back anymore. The knot in your stomach released, your legs shaking.

"Fuck." He groans, his hips stuttering and his hand coming down to grip your ass, feeling the convulsions of your body around his dick. "I'm going to cum inside."

"Please."

"You want it?"

"Uh-huh."

He buries himself inside, a guttural groan escaping his throat, the heat of his cum filling you up, twitching, his thrusts slowing, riding out his orgasm. His arms wrapped around your body, keeping you pressed against his chest, as you both lay there, panting, trying to catch your breath.

"Fuck." He chuckles. "That was..."

"Wow."

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"I'm seeing stars, I think. Or maybe I'm in love."

"You're definitely in love." He smiles, kissing your cheek. He thrusts deep into you one more time, his cock sensitive, the both of you moaning. "Round two?" He suggests.

"I'll die." He laughs and pulls out of you, you whimpering at the loss. He rolls onto his back, pulling you with him.

"I'll get you a pill tomorrow morning, okay?"

"I have an important question."

He wraps his arms around your waist, his forehead pressed against yours. "Go on."

"How did you learn how to fuck so good?"

"I had a lot of pent-up energy."

"So I was just an easy outlet?"

"Maybe."

"I don't want to hear another word."

"I'm joking. It was pent up feelings, you idiot."

"Or maybe you're just a man whore?"

"No, definitely not. Just pent up feelings, like I said."

"For how long?"

"Like a year."

"That's a long time."

"I know."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I thought you didn't like me."

"Cloud."

“Mm.”

“You’re stupid.”

“I know. We could’ve fucked sooner.”

"Is that what you're really thinking about?"

"Not really. I'm thinking about how good your pussy feels around my cock."

"You're gross."

"You're gross, you made me cum inside you. They're going to give us an earful tomorrow, they definitely heard us." He mumbles, littering kisses up and down your neck again, wrapping his arms around you tighter. 

"Guess we better get some sleep then?"

“Anything you say, princess.”

-

this is my first time writing smut. not sure how to feel about it. maybe a little too fast paced but very fun to write, learnt a lot.

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Cloud Strife

I tiptoe through the dimly lit hallway, the floorboards groaning ever so slightly under my weight. The walls are lined with a series of doors, each one leading to a different room in this peculiar bug hotel. The place is eerily quiet, as if the very air itself is holding its breath. My heart thumps in my chest, a steady rhythm that echoes in my ears. The excitement of our adventure with Cloud and the Avalanche group has worn off, and now, all I crave is a good night's sleep. But my mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, refusing to let me drift into peaceful slumber.

I pause outside Cloud's door, my hand hovering over the doorknob. I know I shouldn't disturb him, but I can't help feeling drawn to his stillness. He's always so stoic, so in control. Maybe he has some advice for a restless soul like me. I push the door open gently, just enough to slip through the crack without making a sound. The room is bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the lace curtains. Cloud lies on the bed, unmoving, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

He's so handsome, even in the quiet of the night. His blonde hair is a stark contrast to the dark fabric of the pillow beneath his head. The shadows play across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the furrow of his brow. It's clear he's deep in thought, or perhaps lost in a memory. I take a step closer, the floorboards protesting under my tentative approach. He doesn't stir, doesn't acknowledge my presence. I wonder what keeps him awake, what secrets he's hiding from us all.

The room is small, almost claustrophobic, with the scent of antique wood and a hint of something else, something faintly metallic. The bed is the only piece of furniture, save for a nightstand with a single drawer. On it, a few personal items are arranged neatly: a small bottle of potion, a pocket watch, and a few pieces of gil. I dare not disturb his things, but the urge to know more about him is overwhelming. I settle for a chair in the corner, watching him from the shadows.

Finally, I decide to break the silence. "Can't sleep either?" I ask softly, my voice barely a murmur. Cloud's eyes flicker in my direction, and for a moment, I hold my breath. Then, ever so slowly, he turns to face me. "It's the quiet," he says, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room. "It's too quiet." I can't help but smile a little at his honesty. "Yeah, I know what you mean," I reply, crossing my legs under me. "But we're safe here, right?"

He nods, his eyes searching my face in the moonlit darkness. "We are," he assures me. "But my mind…it's never quiet." I bite my lip, considering his words. Then, I make a bold decision. Carefully, I stand and approach the bed, sliding in beside him. The mattress dips slightly under my weight, and I feel the warmth of his body seep into mine. He tenses up, clearly surprised by my audacity. "What are you doing?" he asks, his voice tight.

"I just thought…maybe if we talked, it would help us both relax," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. His eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to protest, but I place a gentle hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "Please, Cloud," I whisper. "Let me help." He looks at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a sigh, he relaxes, allowing me to settle closer.

We lay there in silence for a few moments, the only sound the distant chirp of a cricket outside the window. Then, I feel his hand cover mine, his thumb stroking the back of my hand in a small, comforting gesture. "Alright," he says, his voice a bit softer now. "What's on your mind?" And so, we begin to talk, our whispers filling the quiet room with secrets and fears. He tells me about his past, his battles, and the weight of his responsibilities. And as he speaks, I realize that behind the stoic exterior, he's just as human as the rest of us, with his own share of pain and doubt.

As we talk, Cloud's flustered state gradually fades into something more comfortable, his body language loosening as he lets down his guard. His breathing evens out, and I can feel the tension in the air dissipate. He's still looking at me, his gaze intense but no longer alarmed. I can't help but feel a warmth spread through me, a connection forming that goes beyond our shared mission with Avalanche.

I find myself admiring his eyes, those piercing blue orbs that seem to hold the essence of Mako energy. They're like windows to a soul that's seen more than it should have. Without thinking, I reach out and run my fingers through his silky blonde hair. It's a gesture of comfort, one that feels surprisingly natural given the circumstances. His eyes widen a fraction, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he seems to lean into my touch, his shoulders relaxing against the pillow.

The sensation of his hair between my fingers is soothing, each strand a thread of gold that tells a story of battles won and lost. I'm lost in the moment, the feel of him, the sound of his voice, and the warmth of his presence. It's strange, this intimacy we've found in the middle of the night, but it feels right, like a balm to the ache in my heart.

His hand still covers mine, his thumb continuing its rhythmic dance across my skin. The simple touch sends a thrill through me, a spark that ignites a fire within. Our eyes lock, and for a heartbeat, the world outside our little sanctuary ceases to exist. The air between us is charged with something unspoken, something that neither of us dares to name. Then, as if sensing the shift, Cloud clears his throat and looks away, his cheeks a hint of pink in the moonlight. "We should get some rest," he murmurs, his voice gruff.

But I can't resist the urge to be closer to him, to feel the warmth of his body against mine. I scoot closer, pressing my side against his. He stiffens for a moment, then relaxes, his hand stilling on my hand. We lay there, the space between us shrinking until there's no room for doubt. I can feel the heat of his breath on my cheek, and the scent of him—a mix of sweat, steel, and something inexplicably comforting—fills my senses.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice his gaze darts away from me, focusing on the wall behind. His cheeks are definitely flushed now, and there's a noticeable bulge in his pants. I swallow hard, my own body responding to his proximity. I've never felt anything quite like this before, and the realization that Cloud might be feeling the same way sends a thrill through me.

With a trembling hand, I move to the side of the bed, reaching over to him. "Cloud," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "Let me help you relax." He looks at me, his eyes questioning, but I don't give him a chance to protest. I take his hand in mine and guide it under the blanket, placing it gently on the bulge in his pants. He gasps, his eyes going wide, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he lets me guide him, my hand over his, as I begin to stroke him through the fabric.

The material is rough under my touch, the outline of his erection clear and firm. His breath hitches, and his eyes squeeze shut. "Y/N," he murmurs, his voice strained. "What are you doing?" But there's no rejection in his tone, only a hint of wonder. I lean in closer, my breath warm against his ear. "Trust me," I whisper. "Let me make you feel good."

With a shaky nod, he lets me push his hand aside and takes over, my hand wrapping around him with a gentle confidence that surprises even me. His skin is hot to the touch, and he's already slick with need. I stroke him slowly, watching his face as his features contort with pleasure. His jaw clenches, and his hips begin to rock slightly in time with my movements.

"Shh," I whisper, pressing a finger to his lips when he lets out a moan that's too loud for comfort. "We don't want to wake the others." He nods, swallowing hard, his eyes squeezed shut. The desperation in his movements is intoxicating, and I can't help but smile to myself as I continue to tease him. His hand grips the blanket, knuckles white with the effort of staying quiet.

But the thrill of discovery is too great to ignore. Carefully, I slip under the covers, my heart racing as I pull away the fabric of his pants. His erection springs free, and I can't help but gasp at the sight of him. He's beautiful, every inch of him. I lean in, my breath hot against his skin, and take him into my mouth.

His hips jerk at the sensation, and I hold him steady, my hand at the base of his shaft to guide him. I suck him deep, my tongue swirling around the tip, exploring every ridge and vein. His breathing grows ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly. I can feel the tension in his body, the way he's trying to hold back, to keep from losing control. It's a delicious power, knowing that I can give him this kind of pleasure.

My cheeks hollow with each suck, and I feel the muscles in my neck strain as I take him deeper. His hand finds its way to my hair, his grip tightening as he guides me to a rhythm that feels like it's been written in the stars. The room is filled with the occasional rustle of the sheets the only indication of our movements. It's as if we're the only two people in the world, lost in this moment of shared need.

Cloud's breathing becomes more erratic, and his hips begin to move with more urgency. I know he's close, his body tensing with the effort of containing his climax. I suck harder, my hand stroking him in time with my mouth, feeling him swell even more in my grip. And then, with a strangled cry that he tries to muffle with the pillow, he comes, his release hot and potent in my mouth.

I swallow, savoring the taste of him, and pull back to look at him. His eyes are squeezed shut, his chest heaving with the aftermath of his orgasm. He looks absolutely spent, and for a moment, I wonder if I've gone too far. But when he opens his eyes, the look of pure ecstasy on his face tells me everything I need to know. He's never looked at me like that before, and the knowledge that I put that expression there fills me with a warmth that has nothing to do with the heat between my legs.

He gathers me into his arms, pulling me close so that my head is nestled against his chest. I can feel his heart hammering against my cheek, and the steady rhythm lulls me into a sense of calm. He nuzzles his face into my hair, inhaling deeply as if trying to memorize my scent. It's a tender moment, one that feels more intimate than the passion we just shared. I wrap my arms around him, holding on tightly as if I can keep this moment from slipping away like sand through my fingers.

. ۫ ꣑ৎ .