She nods frantically.“More than ready.”
I press the head of my cock to her entrance, and then, fuck…
I groan as I push forward, sinking into the tight, wet heat of her.She gasps, her back arching off the bed, her nails biting into my arms.
“Jesus, you feel so good,” I grind out, barely able to think past the way her body clings to me.
“Adrian,” she moans, her hands sliding up my back, gripping me like she needs me closer, and deeper.
I brace myself above her, hips rolling in slow, steady strokes, letting her adjust, savoring the way she shakes beneath me.The perspiration slicking our skin as her walls pulse around me… it’s all too much, and yet, not enough.
“Harder, please,” she whispers, eyes heavy.
Jesus Christ.
Another groan escapes me, and I shift my hips forward, sinking deeper, drawing a cry from her lips.“You’re so fucking perfect for me.”
She tightens around me, her thighs clenching, her body pulling me in.Her hands are gripping my arms, her nails digging into my skin, grounding herself as I keep thrusting, harder now.The sounds of our bodies moving together fill the room.
“You take me so well,” I murmur, watching her face, needing to see every second of this.“You’re incredible.”
Breath stuttering, her thighs tremble against my sides.She’s close.I can feel it in the way her pussy clenches around me, the way her body starts to quiver.
“Gonna make you come again.”I slam into her just right, angling my hips to hit that perfect spot inside of her.
She shatters with a cry, her whole body locking up, squeezing me so tight it’s almost unbearable.Her head falls back, mouth open, a moan breaking free as she pulses around me.“Adrian.”
The pleasure rips violently through my body.
“Amelia—” I bury myself inside her, shuddering through my orgasm.
For a long moment, neither of us moves, our bodies tangled, our hearts beating hard against each other.I can’t think, can barely breathe.That was… Fuck, I’ve never felt anything like that.The way she felt around me, the sounds she made, it was like everything else just disappeared.
“You doing okay?”
She finally gives a blissed-out smile.“More than okay.”
I gently bring my lips to her damp forehead.“Yeah?”
She puffs out a breathless laugh.“Yeah.”
The only sounds in the room are our slowing breaths and the faint rustle of sheets as she shifts, curling further into me.
I pull the blanket over us, holding her against my side, my fingers tracing slow circles on her bare shoulder.Pressing a kiss to her temple, I inhale the faintly sweet scent of her.This is new to me, the whole wanting to hold a partner instead of finding an excuse to leave.
Her fingers trace mindlessly over my chest.She tilts her head up, meeting my gaze, her brown eyes still heavy, and her cheeks flushed.“That was… really good.”
I grin.“I’ll take ‘really good.’”
She laughs, soft and genuine, and it hits me right in the chest.
A quiet moment settles between us.The kind I wouldn’t normally let linger.But with her, it doesn’t feel uncomfortable.It feels right.
Her fingers trail down my arm, slow and thoughtful.“You ever get scared?”
“Of what?”
“This.”She swallows.“Feeling something like this.”
