The first touch of his tongue makes me gasp.The second makes my hips lift off the couch.He pins me down with one arm across my stomach, strong and sure, and I'm completely at his mercy.
He's not tentative.He's thorough.Relentless.Learning what makes me whimper, what makes me curse, what makes my thighs shake.When I thread my fingers through his hair, he groans against me, and the vibration sends sensation sparking up my spine.
"Timothy, I can't—I'm going to—"
"That's the idea."His voice is rough, muffled."Let go."
When I come, it's like a wave crashing over me.I'm saying his name—gasping it, sobbing it—and he doesn't stop until I'm boneless and trembling.
He kisses his way back up my body, and when his mouth finds mine, I can taste myself.Should be strange.Isn't.
"Your turn," I manage.I push at his chest until he lets me roll him onto his back.He's hard against my hip, and when I wrap my hand around him, he hisses through his teeth.
"Carla—"
"Shh.Let me."
I take my time exploring him.The sounds he makes—low groans, sharp intakes of breath, my name like a prayer—are intoxicating.I'm learning what makes him curse, what makes his hips buck, what makes his hands fist in my hair.
When his breathing gets ragged, when I can feel him getting close, he pulls me up.
"Condom," he grits out, reaching for his jeans on the floor."Need to be inside you."
He fumbles with the wrapper—hands shaking slightly—and I help him, steadying his hands with mine.When he rolls it on, his eyes lock with mine.
"Come here."
I settle over him, letting him guide himself to my entrance.When I sink down, we both groan.He fills me completely, and I have to pause, adjusting.
"Okay?"he asks, hands tight on my hips.
"Yeah.Just—give me a second."
He's patient, letting me set the pace.When I start to move, his head falls back against the couch.
"God, Carla—"
I ride him slowly at first, then faster, chasing the building pressure.His hands are everywhere—my hips, my breasts, tangling in my hair.When he sits up and pulls me against his chest, the angle changes and I cry out.
"That's it," he murmurs against my neck."Take what you need."
When my rhythm falters, he takes over, thrusting up into me hard and deliberate.I'm clinging to his shoulders, biting back sounds I didn't know I could make.
"Let me hear you," he says."Want to hear you."
So I do.I stop holding back, and when I come apart this time, I'm not quiet about it.He follows seconds later, my name rough on his lips, his arms locked around me like he'll never let go.
We stay like that for a long moment catching our breath.
Eventually, he eases me off him and deals with the condom.When he comes back, he pulls the blanket from the back of the couch and settles next to me, tucking me against his chest.
"You okay?"he asks.
"Better than okay."
His hand strokes down my spine, slow and soothing."Good."
My eyes are getting heavy.
