"Show me," she whispers.
I slide my fingers between her legs, finding her still sensitive but already building toward another peak. Her breath hitches as I circle her most sensitive spot, then dip lower to tease her entrance.
"Yes," she hisses, her hips lifting to meet my touch.
I work her with my fingers, watching her face as pleasure builds again. She's more vocal now, less inhibited, directing me with words and movements. More of me. Faster. Harder. There.
Her second orgasm is slower to build but stronger when it hits. Her inner muscles clench around my fingers as she pulses and shudders. I press my lips to her neck, feeling her pulse race beneath my mouth.
"You're incredible," I murmur against her skin.
She comes down slowly, her breathing gradually steadying. When she opens her eyes, they are filled with new determination.
"My turn," she says, pushing at my shoulders.
I allow her to maneuver me onto my back, curious to see what she has in mind. She straddles my thighs, her hands splayed across my chest. I'm almost painfully hard, have been since we started, but I don't rush her.
She explores me with the same thoroughness I showed her, tracing the contours of my muscles, the ridges of old scars, and the fresh bruises from stick work with my brothers.Her touch is both reverent and possessive, claiming me as hers as surely as I marked her.
I’m suddenly overcome with a need to connect with Lena. I reach for her, pulling her up for a kiss that says everything I can't find words for.
When we break apart, she's breathing hard, her pupils dilated with desire. "I want you," she says. "Now."
"How do you want me?" I ask, needing to hear her say it.
"Inside me." She shifts, straddling my hips. "Like this."
I groan as she positions herself above me, the head of my cock brushing against her heat. "Wait," I manage. "Protection?—"
"I'm on birth control," she says. "And there hasn’t been anyone but you, Alder.”
I look up at her, hardly daring to believe what she's suggesting. "Are you sure?"
Her answer is to lower herself slightly, letting me feel how wet she is, how ready. "I want to feel all of you, Alder. No barriers."
The thought nearly undoes me. We never did this before—always used condoms, always played it safe. The idea of being inside her with nothing between us makes my cock twitch eagerly.
"Come here first," I say, tugging her higher up my body.
She looks confused but follows my guidance until she's straddling my chest. I continue urging her forward until my meaning becomes clear.
"Oh," she breathes, eyes widening. "You don't have to?—"
"I want to drown in this body,” I assure her, my hands on her hips guiding her the rest of the way. "Ride my face, Lena."
She blushes but doesn't resist, carefully positioning herself above my mouth. I pull her down that final inch, my tongue finding her immediately. The angle is different, deeper, letting me taste her more fully.
She braces herself against the couch, her plush thighstrembling on either side of my head as I work her toward a third orgasm. This one builds slower, more deliberately. I take my time, exploring every fold and hollow, enjoying what makes her moan and what makes her curse my name.
I’ve got my hands on her ass, palming that amazing soft skin. When she comes, it's with a deep, guttural sound that I feel in my bones. Her body shakes above me, one hand fisted in my hair, her thighs clamping around my ears. I stay with her through it, easing only when she tugs at my hair in a wordless signal.
She slides down my body, kissing me deeply, tasting herself on my lips. Then she reaches between us, taking me in hand, positioning me at her entrance.
"I'm yours," I tell her, needing her to know. "Always have been."
She sinks onto me with agonizing slowness, both of us gasping as I fill her. Nothing has ever felt like this—the wet heat of her surrounding me, no latex barrier dulling the sensation. I can feel every flutter of her inner muscles, every heartbeat.
For a moment, neither of us moves, overwhelmed by the connection. Then she rolls her hips experimentally, and I groan, my hands flying to her waist.
