When I finally come back to myself, it’s to the gentle stroking of her fingers through my hair. I still have her pinned to the wall, my knot still swollen and locked inside her.
“Hi,” she whispers after a moment.
I laugh, the sound breathless and surprised. “Hi.”
“That was…”
“Yeah.” I press a kiss to her temple. “It really was.” I pause, suddenly uncertain. “Are you okay? I— Fuck, Wills, I lost controlthere. I went into a rut—I didn’t mean to be so rough. Did I hurt you?”
“Charlie.” Her hand comes up to cup my face, making me look at her. “I’m fine. Better than fine.”
“You’re sure? Because I?—”
“I liked it,” she says, her cheeks flushing pink even after everything we just did. “I liked you losing control. Liked feeling how much you wanted me.”
Relief floods through me so intensely that my knees almost buckle. “I did. I do. So fucking much.”
“I know.” She smiles softly. “I could tell.”
“I’m still embarrassed,” I admit. “I should have more control than that. Should have been able to?—”
“Stop.” She presses a finger to my lips. “I don’t want your control, Charlie. I want you. All of you. Even the parts that go a little feral.”
I groan and rest my forehead against hers. “You’re going to kill me, woman.”
“Good way to go though, right?”
That startles a laugh out of me. “Yeah, sweetheart. Best way I can think of.”
We’re going to be stuck like this for a while until my knot deflates. I should probably move us somewhere more comfortable, but I don’t want to let her go. Don’t want to break this moment.
“Charlie?” Her voice is soft, tentative.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“I’m glad you couldn’t sleep.”
I smile against her neck. “Me too, Wills. Me too.”
She shifts slightly in my arms, where I’m still holding her up against the wall, and the movement makes us both gasp as my knot pulses inside her.
“Easy,” I murmur, adjusting my grip and thrusting into her as much as my knot will allow me, “or it will never go down.”
“How long?” Her voice is drowsy, sated.
“Fuck, hours maybe.” A testament to how much I want her. I press a kiss to her temple. “But we can’t stay standing in the kitchen. My legs are going to give out.”
She makes a soft sound of agreement, her arms tightening around my neck. “So what do we do?”
“Hold on to me,” I tell her. “I’m going to carry you upstairs.”
“Charlie, how’re—” She breaks off with a gasp as I carefully shift my stance, adjusting my hold on her. One arm under her ass, the other wrapped around her back, keeping her pressed tight against me.
And the way her pussy moves around my knot while we walk is making me hard again.
“Fuck, you feel good.” I start moving slowly toward the stairs. “Just relax into it. Let me take care of you.”
Every step sends little jolts of pleasure through where we’re joined. I can feel her trembling in my arms, can smell the spike of renewed arousal in her scent as the movement stimulates us both.
