“I want you inside me. Now,” she said, wrapping her leg around my hip, opening herself up to me.
“Like this?” I asked, slamming deep inside her with one hard thrust.
She gasped my name like a lifeline, and God help me, I clung to it like one.
“Y…yes,” she cried, her thighs shaking.
I didn’t think. I reacted. Muscle, heat, instinct.
It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t slow. It was both of us coming undone together.
Her moans were coming—loud and desperate—with each hard thrust.
“You’re taking me so fucking good,” I groaned against her ear. “That’s it,” I said as she tightened around me, getting close. I pulled back, watching her face—her dark eyes heavy with need, her cheeks flushed, her lips plump from mine. “No, open your eyes,” I demanded. “I want to watch you as you come for me.”
A desperate gasp escaped her as her whole body tightened.
“That’s it. Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”
Then she did, crying out my name as she came, her whole body shuddering with the intensity of it.
I fucked her through it before slamming deep and coming too.
She clung to me afterward, her breath coming in sharp, frantic gasps.
“You okay?” I murmured when I finally came back to my own mind, realizing how rough I’d been with her, how out of control.
She managed a tight little nod, her body racked with aftershocks.
“You sure?” I asked, slipping backward to tilt her chin up to watch her face.
Her eyes fluttered open. And all I saw was pure, raw vulnerability. Just for a split second. Then it was gone as her gaze slid away. She gave me another nod, then buried her face in my neck, clinging to me with her arms and the leg still wrapped around me.
Something inside me tugged at her softness.
Reaching down, I lifted her up into my arms, then turned and carried her to the couch.
I dropped down, holding her across my lap, my hands gliding over her soft skin.
“Was that too much?” I asked, worried I’d fucked things up by being so careless with her.
“No,” she whispered. Then, as if to reassure me, she leaned in to press a little kiss to my neck. “I think we both needed that.”
“Well, I know whyIdid,” I said, getting a little laugh out of her. “Why did you?”
“I got a little too in my head today,” she admitted, but didn’t seem to want to elaborate beyond that. “Can’t think at all now,” she added.
Was the smile that tugged at my lips smug? Yeah. But, clearly, I’d earned it.
Whatever I’d been about to say fell away at the sound of Goya scratching and whining at the door.
“Looks like we need to take him for a walk before heading off to Zen’s place.”
“I can come?” she asked, hopeful.
“Of course. You get dressed. I’ll be right back.”
I pushed her off my lap, then made my way into the bathroom to clean up and get myself sorted.
