I seize his hand and wrap it around my throat. He squeezes it. As he chokes me, he kisses my swollen parted lips desperately. He pulls back just enough to meet my gaze.
“I need you to come for me.” He pistons his hips again, never letting up the pressure around my neck. “I’m barely holding on.”
It’s all too close. Too intimate. Too real. Before I know what’s happening, tears prick my eyes as I stumble closer to my climax. I clench my lids shut.
“Look at me when you come on my cock,” he commands, and I obey. My orgasm washes over me. I spasm around him. My head rushes with lights and fuzz and pleasure so mind-numbing, I swear I leave my body.
“That’s it.” He bites his lip. “So fucking beautiful when you come.”
Before my orgasm collapses, he pins my wrists above my head. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide.
“My turn,” he growls.
The shift in him is intoxicating. His arousal clear in his urgent movements.
He drives his cock into me harder, deeper, and I arch up to meet him, wrapping my legs around his waist. He hooks my thighs under his arm.
“Jamie—” His name breaks on my lips.
“I can’t get enough of you. Your mind, these legs.” He kisses my calf. “Your eyes when you’re taking my cock.” His voice is choppy. “Your breath when you’re coming. I want to hear it again.”
“I can’t—I just—”
He finds my clit again, and I nearly sob from the overstimulation. “Give me another one. I know you’ve got it in you.”
He’s relentless. Every thrust hits that perfect spot inside me while his fingers work magic between my legs. The dual sensation sends a prism of colors blasting over my vision—too much and somehow not enough.
“That’s it,” he encourages. Sweat beads his temples and glistens across his chest. “Feel how deep I am? How perfectly you take me?”
His words alone could push me over the edge. I’m climbing again, impossibly fast, that tension coiling tighter.
“Jamie, I’m—oh god—”
“Come for me,” he demands.
I don’t have any energy to argue or fight it, and another orgasm ripples over me. My toes curl, and he releases my wrists. I cling to him, nails raking down his back as I ride it out.
“Fuck yes.” He lets out a deep, guttural sound, and then he’s coming.
His whole body goes taut, then he rocks into me as he empties himself inside me. The surge of it, the intimacy, sends another small aftershock through my oversensitive body.
Time returns in languid waves. First, I hear our ragged breaths. Then I feel my heart thumping against his chest, his weight pressing me into the mattress in the most perfect way.
Finally, he pulls out of me, and hot liquid runs down my inner thigh.
Jamie runs over and grabs a towel from the kitchen, turns on the tap, and gets the water hot before coming back to clean me up. Neither of us says a word, but when our eyes meet, we both can’t help smiling.
When he climbs back into bed, he pulls me into his chest, and I nuzzle the hair there, savoring his musky scent. We just lie there, grinning at each other, neither knowing what to say, but both knowing we’re happy.
This is dangerous, I think. This feeling. Wanting to stay right here instead of checking my phone or planning my next move or maintaining the careful distance I always keep.
But for once, I don’t fight it.
I just close my eyes and let myself feel safe right here, tucked against his chest.
“Joy?” His voice whispers onto the top of my head
“Yeah?”
