“Only for you.”
He’s back on the bed before I can blink, planting his hands on either side of my shoulders as he leans in, pushing me down until my back hits the mattress. He kisses the hollow of my throat as if to praise me for complying. It’s shockingly tender, but the nip he gives my skin next is anything but. I scoff at the move, though it’s weak as he kisses down my body. His tongue swirls around one nipple, then the other, just enough for a taste of each, before coming back up to my lips.
“You ready?” he asks against them. The question is too quiet, too serious.
I nod and shift to turn over onto my stomach, not sure I can look him in the eyes for this, but he stops me with his hand on my hip and a shake of his head.
“No. I want to see you.” His mouth drops to mine for a kiss, deep and lingering, and I’m panting when he pulls away. “I want to watch you come.”
I spread my thighs wide, inviting him between them, savoring the way his hips press me open. Still, it’s been so long since I’ve done this with anyone that I freeze for a second as I take him in above me. But the second I meet his eyes and find him staring back, checking once again that I’m okay with this, I relax into the sheets and reach for him.
The groan he lets out as I drag my hand up and down his length has me grinning in satisfaction, though it’s quickly wiped away when his mouth crashes down to mine again. My grip loosens as our tongues brush, leaving his cock to slidethrough my folds, rubbing against my clit, my hips bucking as I chase the sensation.
Our kiss breaks when he drags his lips across my cheek to my ear. “This still what you want, Stella?”
“Yes,” I gasp, wanting—needing—this. “Please.”
I can feel his smile even if I can’t see it. I’d be mad at myself for begging if I weren’t so desperate to get some relief.
He brushes my hand out of the way, gripping and guiding himself through my wetness. “Such a gracious girl,” he murmurs. “I’ll give you what you want.”
The head of his cock nudges at my entrance and I clutch his shoulders, desperate to pull him closer, pull him all the way in. I’m impatient, breathing hard, and yet I press back into the mattress when he finally sinks into me. The stretch is both intoxicating and excruciating, and the moan that escapes me is lewd, bouncing off the walls and settling into the sheets with us.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans into my neck. “You’ve got to relax, sweetheart.”
“You’re not the one withthatinside them,” I gasp as he eases back out, only to give me a little more with the next rock of his hips. “Oh myGod.”
He stills for a beat, giving me a chance to adjust to his size. “What did I tell you before?” he prompts, though it’s more of a demand, expecting an answer.
“That I can take it,” I whine.
“That’s right. Now relax and let me fuck you the way you deserve.”
He’s left no room for argument, so I force myself to do so muscle by muscle until the pinch of pain subsides, shifting into something sharply pleasurable. When I’m ready for more, I dig my nails into his shoulders and lift my hips, drawing him farther into me. Moans mingle in the air as he strokes deeper,giving me a little more each time until we’re joined completely. It takes a few more seconds of learning, but then we’re moving with each other, setting a rhythm that’s just right.
“That’s it.” His voice is lust-roughened, hardly more than a deep rasp. “Good girl.”
I’m obsessed with this version of him, the one whispering in my ear how good I’m taking him. The one stroking so deep that he’s hitting my G-spot each time. The one biting and sucking at my neck, ensuring that I’m marked.
“Harder,” I plead.
“You must not want to be able to walk tomorrow,” he says, but the next harsh snap of his hips is enough of an answer. “I can make that happen.”
When he pushes one of my knees up to my chest I cry out at the new angle, back arching off the mattress. “Yes, like that.” My hips tilt up to meet him, writhing, and I’m so full that I already know I’m going to feel empty when he pulls out again. “Fuck, Thomas.”
Hearing his name uttered like a prayer makes him lean in to taste it on my lips. He bites at them, hard enough that I shudder and tighten around him involuntarily. It earns me another groan that compels me do it again, on purpose this time. But I don’t get to gloat for long, because his hand slips between our bodies, thumb rubbing against my clit.
“If you’re going to do that,” he says in my ear, a breathless note to his teasing, “you might as well come.”
I’m already trembling, the pressure building low and hot, threatening to spill over at any second. But I’m holding back, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, though I can’t keep the orgasm from crashing over me for much longer. Especially not when he whispers, “Come all over my cock, Stella. Let me feel you let go.”
I’m exploding in ecstasy, pulsing around him, head thrown back as my legs shake. My body is somehow weightless and endlessly heavy at the same time, dragged by a current yet floating across the waves. I’d cry out, but the air has been ripped from my lungs, and I’m left gasping as I finally reach the other side, the world slowly coming back into focus.
He’s still moving—slow, steady, watching every expression that flits across my face. There’s a quiet fierceness to him now that wasn’t there before. I’m so wrecked that I can’t do anything but cup his jaw with shaking hands, hoping he can see that I want him to keep going, even though I’m tender and sensitive. I want him to feel the same release, to fall off the same cliff.
He picks up the pace again, and there’s less control to his strokes than there was before. The hand between us comes to grab my wrists, pinning them both above my head as he buries his face in my neck. There’s not a single inch of us that isn’t touching as I hook my ankles at the small of his back. The friction is so acute that I don’t know how neither of us is on fire.
This may be about him, but there’s a heaviness growing in me once more, building and building with each thrust. My body fills and blooms with heat until I’m tensing around him again. This time I’m so loud that there’s no way our neighbors can’t hear me.
