“Hi again,” she smiled.
“Hi again.”
She wrapped her hand around my cock, squeezing gently, and I hissed through my teeth.
“You like that,” she stroked slowly, gaze locked on mine.
“Shit, you know I do, darlin’.” I closed my eyes for a second to steady myself. “But if you keep doing that, this is gonna be over real quick.”
She smirked and squeezed once more before letting go. “Can’t have that.”
“No, we cannot.” I settled between her legs, felt her thighs open to accommodate me. The heat of her against me.
She wrapped her legs around my hips, urging me closer. I could feel how wet she was, how ready, and it took every ounce of control not to just thrust forward.
“Tell me what you need,” I managed.
“You,” she pulled me down for a kiss. “Inside me. Please.”
I lined myself up and pressed forward slowly—giving her time to adjust, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.
Her eyes went wide. Mouth falling open on a gasp.
The heat of her. Fuck. The wet, tight heat of her around me. I paused so I wouldn’t come right then.
“Okay?” I held still. Barely inside but already fighting the urge to just drive forward.
“Yes,” her hands found my shoulders, gripped tight. “Don’t stop.”
I pushed in another inch. Then another. Watching her face the whole time—the way pleasure and surprise and something that looked like relief chased across her expression.
When I was fully seated, we both just breathed for a second.
“Darlin’.” I could barely speak. “You feel—”
“I know.” She wrapped her legs around my hips. “Move, baby. Please move.”
Chapter 52
Rising from the flames
Alex
He pulled back, pushed forward, and white heat shot through me, stealing my breath. Too much and not enough all at once, pressure and friction and the way he hit something inside me that made my toes curl against the sheets, my body stretched and filled and demanding more.
My hands found his shoulders, needing something solid, something to anchor me. His weight settled over me, bergamot and sex and something purely him filling my lungs with each gasping breath.
“Okay?” The word came out rough, strained.
“Yes,” I pulled him down for a kiss, messy and desperate. “More than… You can—don’t be so careful.”
He made a sound low in his chest, something between a groan and a laugh. “Tryin’ to make this good for you, darlin’.”
“It is good,” I wrapped my legs tighter around his hips, changed the angle slightly and oh, that was even better, because he was hitting something inside me that made my breath catch, made tension coil tighter in my belly. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect… Fuck, Finn.”
“Not even close.” But he moved faster, deeper, finding a rhythm that had me making noises I’d never made before.
Pressure built with each thrust, steady and relentless and exactly what I needed, the world going quiet except for this, nothing but sensation and Finn moving inside me.
