We push through the doorway, his strong hands still supporting my weight. My bedroom is dimly lit by the streetlight filtering through the half-drawn blinds, casting shadows across my rumpled sheets and the clothes I'd hastily tossed on the chair this morning.
He lays me gently on the unmade bed. A moment of self-consciousness flashes through me—laundry I meant to put away is piled on the dresser, books stacked haphazardly on the nightstand, my sleep shirt hanging off the bedpost.
"Sorry for the mess," I whisper, but the words catch in my throat as Denton's powerful body covers mine, pressing me into the mattress. The weight of him, the heat, the solid strength—it drives every other thought from my mind.
"What mess?" he murmurs against my neck, his lips trailing fire across my skin. "All I see is you."
And just like that, my embarrassment evaporates. His weight presses me into the mattress, deliciously heavy but carefullybalanced on his forearms. The heat of him envelops me, chasing away the last of the chill from my skin.
I run my hands down his back, marveling at the play of muscles beneath my fingertips. He's all hard planes and solid strength, yet there's a gentleness in the way he touches me, like I'm something precious.
His mouth claims mine again, deeper now, more urgent. I arch against him, seeking more contact, more friction, more of everything. My legs part instinctively, cradling his hips between them.
He trails his mouth down my neck, leaving a path of heat that makes me shiver with anticipation. When his lips reach my collarbone, he pauses, his breath warm against my skin. His eyes meet mine, seeking permission. I nod, unable to form words.
His mouth continues its journey downward, and I gasp when his lips finally close around my nipple. The gentle suction sends sparks of pleasure racing through my body. His tongue circles the sensitive peak as his hand cups my other breast, thumb brushing across it in teasing strokes.
"Denton," I whisper, my fingers threading through his hair.
He lifts his head, his eyes dark with desire, before shifting his attention to my other breast. The contrast between the cool air on my now-wet nipple and the heat of his mouth on the other intensifies every sensation. He alternates between them with exquisite patience, as if memorizing my body's responses.
I arch beneath him, feeling the evidence of his arousal pressing against my thigh. The combination of his mouth, his hands, and the weight of his body has me writhing, a delicious wetness building between my legs.
His hand slides down my side, over the curve of my hip, fingertips tracing patterns that make my skin tingle. When he reaches my inner thigh, I part my legs further in silent invitation.
"You're so beautiful," he murmurs against my breast before capturing the nipple again, this time with a firmer suction that makes me gasp out loud.
His fingers trail upward along my inner thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I moan as they finally brush against my center, exploring gently. My hips buck involuntarily at his touch. He circles slowly, testing, learning what makes me respond.
"Yes," I breathe, barely recognizing my own voice, husky with need.
He slips a finger inside me, and I moan again at the sensation. My back arches as he begins a slow, deliberate rhythm, pushing in and out with tantalizing patience. All the while, his mouth continues its sweet torture on my breast, his tongue flicking against my nipple.
"More," I plead, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
He adds a second finger, stretching me deliciously. I'm dizzy with sensation—his mouth hot and insistent on my breast, his fingers curling inside me, finding a spot that makes me cry out.
"You're so wet. So fucking wet," he murmurs against my skin.
I can only whimper in reply, my hips moving with his hand now. His thumb finds my clit, circling with just enough pressure to make my thighs tremble. The dual stimulation is overwhelming.
"Denton, please," I gasp. "I need?—"
He lifts his head from my breast, his eyes finding mine. “I know exactly what you need.”
He begins to torture me, rubbing my clit, sucking my nipple until I feel like I might spontaneously combust.
Just when I feel like I’m about to come, he shifts and moves on top of me.
“Tell me what you want, Holly.”
“I want you. All of you. Inside of me.”
He positions himself between my thighs, his powerful body hovering over mine. I feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, hot and insistent. My breath catches as he pushes forward, stretching me deliciously as he slides inside. The sensation is overwhelming—he's so thick, filling me completely.
"Oh god," I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
He stills for a moment, his forehead pressed against mine. "You okay?" he whispers, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
