I positioned myself between her thighs. She was so open for me. I didn’t thrust. I pushed into her, one slow, deliberate inch at a time. Her breath hitched. Her eyes fluttered shut.
“Look at me, Cass.”
Her eyes opened. I pushed deeper. I watched her face as I filled her, felt her body stretch and adjust, her inner musclesclenching around me. It was the tightest, hottest I’d ever felt. “Fuck,” I breathed, resting my forehead against hers.
No rush. No power play. Just this. Her hands on my back, not scratching, butholding. My lips on her throat, not biting, butkissing. I began to move, a slow, deep, rocking rhythm. She moaned, a low, deep sound, and her hips rose to meet me.
Every thrust was a vow I couldn’t name. Every slow, wet slide was a promise I shouldn’t make. I wanted to stay like this, inside her, for hours. “God, you feel good,” I whispered.
She whispered my name over and over, “Drew, Drew, Drew,” and each time, it sounded less like control and more like surrender. Her nails finally dug into my shoulders as the pleasure built, her hips matching my rhythm perfectly.
“I’m…close,” she panted, her voice tight.
“Let go,” I urged. “Come for me, Cass.”
I changed the angle slightly, going deeper, hitting a spot that made her entire body lock. Her back arched, and she came apart beneath me, her inner walls spasming around my cock in a way that ripped my own control to shreds. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
I followed her over the edge seconds later, not with a roar, but with a deep, shuddering groan, burying my face in her neck, breathing her in like she was oxygen and I’d been drowning. I spilled myself into her, my own body trembling with the force of it.
I was still half-buried inside her, our bodies slick and cooling. I could feel her heart beating a steady, calming rhythm against my ribs. I should have pulled away. Should have let her breathe.
But I was too fucking greedy.
I shifted my weight, propping myself up on one elbow so I could look down at her. Her eyes were closed, her lips swollen,her face flushed and peaceful. I brushed the damp hair from her forehead.
Her eyes fluttered open, dark and dazed. “Drew?” she whispered, her voice rough.
I didn’t answer. I just lowered my head and kissed her again, slow and deep. She tasted likemine. She sighed into my mouth, her arms coming up to wrap around my neck, pulling me closer.
I started to move.
It wasn’t a thrust, just a slow, small shift of my hips, a reminder that I was still there, still filling her.
Her eyes went wide, a sharp gasp leaving her lips. “Drew….”
“Shh,” I murmured against her mouth. I slid out of her, almost completely, making her whimper at the loss. Then, with deliberate, agonizing slowness, I pushed back in, sinking myself to the hilt.
“I’m not done with you,” I growled, my voice low.
This time, there was no hesitation. The tenderness was still there, but it was sharper, edged with a raw, possessive hunger. I didn’t need to learn her anymore. I knew exactly what she felt like. I knew how to make her move.
I set a slow, grinding pace, my hips rocking, pressing her, my pubic bone rubbing against her clit with every deliberate, deep thrust. I watched her face,makingher feel it. Her hands fisted in the couch cushions, her knuckles white.
“That’s it,” I praised her, my voice thick. “Take it.”
I leaned down, my mouth finding her breast again, sucking hard, pulling a taut nipple between my teeth as my hips kept their relentless, steady rhythm.
She was unraveling, and I was the one pulling the thread.
“Drew, I’m…I’m going to…” she panted, her head tossing from side to side.
“I know,” I said, my pace quickening, becoming harder, faster. The slow, deliberate surrender was over. This was a claim. I drove into her, my hips slamming against hers, the wet, percussive sound filling the room. “Come for me again, Cass. Right now.”
Her back arched off the cushions, her body locking tight around me, her inner muscles spasming in a climax that was even stronger than the first. It was a beautiful, desperate, broken sound as she screamed.
“Oh…my…God!”
I felt her contractions milking me, pulling me over the edge. I drove into her one last time, a final, claiming thrust, my own release tearing through me. As I emptied myself inside her, I buried my face in her neck and growled against her skin, “Not God. Just me.”
