"That's payback." But I kiss her to soften it, slow and deep. "Besides, I want this to last. Want to memorize every second of being inside you."
She softens at that, her hands coming up to cup my face. "You're going to ruin me for anyone else, you know that?"
"Good." The possessiveness in my voice surprises even me.
I pick up the pace slightly, angling my hips to hit that spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back. Her legs wrap tighter around me, pulling me deeper, and fuck, this is—
"Get on top," I tell her, pulling out.
She doesn't need to be told twice. I roll onto my back and she straddles me, sinking down in one smooth motion. From this angle, I can see everything—the way her breasts bounce as she starts to move, the soft curve of her stomach, her thighs spread wide over my hips.
She'sgorgeous, and she's mine.
She sets a pace that's faster than what I was doing, her hands braced on my chest for leverage. I grip her hips, helping her move, watching her take what she needs.
Without hesitation, her hand drops between her legs. The sight of her riding my cock while touching herself might be the hottest thing I've ever witnessed.
"That's it," I encourage, thrusting up to meet her. "Take what you want, Claire."
She's getting close—I can tell by the way she's clenching around me, the way her rhythm is getting erratic. I sit up, changing the angle, and capture one of her nipples in my mouth.
"Oh fuck! Garth!"
She comes hard, her whole body shaking, and I hold her through it, still buried deep inside her. When she collapses against me, I flip us again so I'm on top.
"My turn," I murmur against her ear.
I fuck her through the aftershocks of her orgasm, chasing my own release now. She wraps her legs around my waist, her nails digging into my shoulders, and when I finally come it's with my face buried in her neck, filling her with every last drop.
"I don't think I can move," she finally says.
"Don't need to. We have nowhere to be."
She laughs softly. "True. Although I'm starving."
As if on cue, my stomach growls. We both laugh.
"Room service?" I suggest.
"Please."
I force myself to get up and find the menu. I order enough food for an army—burgers, fries, salad, some kind of decadent chocolate dessert—because apparently great sex makes me ravenous.
While we wait, I climb back into bed and pull her against me.
"Can I ask you something?" she says quietly.
"Anything."
"Last night, when you were talking about Lena... are you okay with this? With us? I don't want to be—" She stops, struggling for words. "I don't want to be something you regret."
I'm quiet for a moment, thinking about how to answer honestly. "Lena and I were happy. Really happy. And when she died, I thought that was it for me. That I'd had my shot at love and I should just be grateful I got those years with her."
Claire is very still against me, listening.
"But you—" I tighten my arm around her. "You make me feel alive again. You make me want things I thought I'd given up on. And I think Lena would be happy about that. She always said I had too much life left to spend it alone."
"She sounds like she was amazing."
