I release her nipple, my hand slipping between us.
"Yes," she says, her head dropping forward, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Please."
I thrust deep and hard and fast, stroking her clit with my thumb, and her head drops back against the wall.
"God, I'm going to—"
"Do it."
I pump my hips, my fingers stroking her clit.
"I can't—Oh, God, I can't—"
She comes apart in my arms, her body shaking, her muscles spasming around me, and I drive deep, my release explodingthrough me, pleasure ripping through my entire body as I spill into her.
We cling to each other, our bodies moving together, riding out the last waves of our release.
After, I slide my hands up her back, her skin slick with sweat.
She lifts her head, and I find her mouth.
I kiss her slowly, deeply, as our orgasms die out.
Her breath is coming in ragged gasps, and her head drops to my shoulder.
I lean into her, pressing my forehead to the wall over her shoulder as my heart pounds, and I hear a faint ringing sound in my ears.
We stay like that, her legs wrapped around me, her body pressed against the wall.
Finally, her grip on my hair loosens, and she slides her palms down my back, the touch sending a shiver of pleasure up my spine.
She presses a kiss to the hollow of my throat, then another, and I draw in a breath.
I ease her to the ground, steadying her as her feet touch down, and she gives me a soft smile.
"You okay?" I ask.
"Better than." She smooths her palms over my shirt, which is hanging open.
"Sorry," she says, her cheeks pinkening.
I lift an eyebrow.
"For your shirt," she says. "I wasn't thinking."
"Don't worry about it."
She's even more beautiful in the light.
She takes a step back and starts looking around. I realize then that her clothes are scattered among the tools and loose wires covering the floor.
I see her shirt hanging on one of the lights and step over to grab it. I hand it to her and turn to look for her pants while she dresses.
I finally spot them near a stack of boards.
"Thanks," she says when I pass them over.
She pulls them on, then bends to retrieve her sports bra. She already has her shirt on, so she just rolls it up in her hands and holds onto it, looking as unsure what to do as I feel.
