“How do I know that we’re gonna get through everything?” Boss asked, his eyes falling shut as he set his tongue against his bottom lip and let his breath fall heavily through his nose, coating her body and hoping to arise small hairs everywhere. Her chest against his was a feeling he missed, but it was the nakedness that he needed more. The fabric of her bra was soft and lacey, but he didn’t wait more than a few seconds to reach around and snap it undone so they were really chest to chest, face to face, heart to heart. “I know it because I feel it. Not even just with kisses or touches, but even when we’re not pressed against each other, every part of me craves you. Every part of me loves every part of you. No matter what we’ve been through, that’s what shines through. You can’t beat real love. You can’t fight what’s meant to be.” His face moved to bury into her neck, it wasn’t really like him to be that open and honest, preach from deep within his soul about the two of them without even stuttering, but it was all he kept thinking about. It’s the thoughts that got him through the roughest and hardest of times when they were apart. Meeting her mouth, his hand set against her face, moving their heads with the kiss and savoring everything that he had miss. From her little hairs that fell beneath his finger tips to her plumped lips that easily capture his in the best way possible. Searching her eyes, he hoped that what he said was okay with her and lamely, he blinked his eyelashes against hers, something he had heard were called butterfly kisses or some shit. He was trying to make love and also fuck her at the same time, mix it all in one and send her body into overdrive. Helping her with her underwear, he moved her legs to cross them over his back to help stretch out her torso, hip and skin around it. “There’s no pushing me away without me fighting back with everything I got, my girl. I don’t care if you claw my eyes out, I’ll still stay and never let you go again. I mean that with my entire life.” His eyes were locked in hers as he spoke once again, voice barely above a whisper as he couldn’t stop staring at the tat on her body and what it meant. It signified so many things. Boss was smiling like an idiot up at her as his face was buried into her stomach and he kissed his way slowly up her torso, swirling his tongue and sucking on random spots as he made his way up to her face. “You don’t got to be perfect, I don’t want perfect. I want Peyton Brookes. I want every single thing that comes with you. Even the messes, you got me to clean it up with you. It’s not 50/50 in this relationship. It’s 100/100. Always. There’s never an ounce of me you’ll never have.” Placing his hand on the side of her neck, he used his finger tips to keep her head up and looking at him as he started to pepper her face with soft kisses. “We’re gonna have our own version of making love because those cheesy movies and losers don’t know how to make my girl cum. I do. I got that. I got you and us.” Taking her hands in his, he interlaced them and pinned them over her head as he made sure her legs stayed wrapped around his waist. “This is about making our kinda love, Peyt. It always will be.” Boston assured her as he moved to capture her lips and used his hips to align himself with her slit, pushing in as he started to suck on her tongue and move his lips moving passionately, desperately and lovingly against hers. He wanted to do this all the right way and with all the things she liked incorporated at once so she could always think back to this night and the love making they did.
