"And you're on birth control?"
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
"Show me."
I leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed my purse from where I'd dropped it. Found the pill pack and held it up.
He studied it, then nodded. "Good."
Then he was kissing me again, settling between my thighs, and I felt him there—hot, hard, and perfect.
"Last chance to change your mind," he murmured against my mouth.
"Stop talking and fuck me already."
He laughed, surprised and delighted. "There she is. There's my sharp-tongued girl."
Then he pushed inside slowly and steadily, and I forgot how to breathe.
He was big—bigger than I'd expected, bigger than anyone before. Or maybe it was because it’d been a while since I’d hadsex. I knew I was tighter, and he was stretching me to fit his girth. His delightful curve. The stretch burned in the best way, making me gasp and arch and dig my nails into his shoulders.
"Breathe," he said, pausing halfway. "You're so tight. Need you to relax for me."
I tried. Focused on breathing. On the feeling of him inside me, filling me, stretching me perfectly.
"That's it." He pushed deeper. "Taking me so well. So fucking perfect."
When he was fully seated, we both went still. His eyes focused on mine, our breaths mingling.
"Okay?" he asked.
"Yeah." More than okay. I felt complete. Whole. Like something I didn't know was missing had clicked into place. "Move. Please move."
He did. Slow at first, long strokes that had me gasping. Then faster, harder, finding a rhythm that made my toes curl.
"God, Katrina." His voice was wrecked. "You feel,” he licked his lips and then bit the corner of his lower one. “I can't…"
"Don't stop." I wrapped my legs around his waist. "Please don't stop."
"Never." He angled his hips, hitting something inside me that made me cry out. "There. Right there."
He hit that spot again and again, relentless, and I could feel the orgasm building—bigger than before, more intense.
"Olek, I'm—" I clenched around him, hoping to slow him down, but he didn’t show me mercy, and I was grateful that he didn’t. I needed him in control, showing me what he wanted and giving me just that.
"I know. I can feel you." He slid his hand between us, found my clit. "Come for me. Want to feel you come on my cock."
The combination of his words and his fingers and the perfect angle of his thrusts … I came apart. The orgasm tore throughme like a storm, making me scream his name, my whole body clenching around him. Distantly, I heard him curse, felt him thrust harder, faster, chasing his own release.
"Katrina, fuck, I'm about to…"
He came with a groan, burying himself deep, and I felt him pulse inside me. Hot and perfect. We collapsed together, breathing hard, covered in sweat.
"Four," he managed eventually. "That's four."
I laughed, exhausted and satisfied. "You're ridiculous."
"I'm thorough." He pulled out carefully, making us both hiss. "Stay here. I'll get a towel."
