Every version. Every layer. Everything she'd shown him and everything she hadn't. His body shook with the force of it — emotion and pleasure arriving simultaneously, indistinguishable from each other — as he buried himself inside her, his cock swelling.
"I love just you, Richard."
He came apart completely. The grunt that left him was body-shaking. His whole body shuddered through it, hips driving forward one last time as he buried himself and stayed there, trembling, his face pressed into the curve of her neck.
Livia held him through his climax. Her fingers moved down his back, tracing the line of his spine, feeling the tension leave him in increments. She pressed her lips to his temple. His jaw. The corner of his forehead.
Eventually he rolled off her, landed on his back beside her with a long, satisfied exhale. He turned his head, pressed his lips to her shoulder.
"Mind if I stay here for a bit."
