Right now I need what I asked for: him inside me, as fast as possible.
He climbs on top of me, and the tip of his cock brushes my still-soaked pussy. Both of us moan.
“Your shoulder.” He stares at the headboard above me like he’s praying for self-control. “Is it okay like this?”
“Yeah,” I answer. “Yeah, it should be fine.”
And if it isn’t, we’re doing it anyway. I need this too bad.
He looks back down at me and gets himself lined up between my legs. He goes still once he’s ready, and I don’t take my eyes off his as he starts to slide inside me. I don’t even blink. I watch him as he fills me inch by inch, and when he’s finally all the way inside, I feel like crying.
I’ve never felt this close to another person before.
“Youssef.”
“Paige.”
He lowers his forehead to mine, and I wrap my legs around his waist. We both gasp at the new intensity of the angle.
He starts thrusting, slow at first, but neither of us can hold back for long. Soon he’s pounding into me with a steady rhythm, and the nails of my good hand are digging into his back. The flex of his muscles is hypnotic, and his cock feels so good filling me up, over and over again.
The taste of him, the smell of his skin and his sweat, the feel of his breath in my ear: he’s everywhere. He’s everything.
“Paige. Paige. I—I—”
I feel his whole body tense, and he throws his head back, his face a canvas splashed with agony and ecstasy as he comes apart inside me. I clench around him, and he groans and thrusts a few final times before collapsing against my chest.
I hold him there, my hand still pressed to his back, and we just breathe together for a moment before he lifts his head to look at me.
“That was...” He lets out an exhilarated laugh instead of finishing his sentence, and I nod.
“Yeah. That.”
He drops his head back onto my chest and sighs. I close my eyes and try to fight back the tears, but I can feel them gathering behind my eyelids. I don’t know what’s happening to me. What he does to me, what I feel when I’m with him—it makes me into someone totally new, and I don’t know if I’ve got what it takes to be that person. I don’t know where I’m supposed to look.
So I hold him. I hold him, and for now, for tonight, I just let it be.
