I start moving. Deep. Slow. Watching her face like it’s the only thing I care about. And right now, it is.
“Tell me what you want,” I ask.
“You,” she whispers. “Just you.”
I thrust a little harder. Her lips part. A soft moan escapes.
“I like it when you get loud,” I say.
She meets my gaze. “Then make me loud.”
I grin. “Challenge accepted.”
I change the angle, drive deeper. Her body wraps around mine. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I don’t mind. I want her to leave marks. I want to feel them tomorrow.
“You close?” I ask, keeping the rhythm steady.
She nods, breath catching.
I shift just enough. Hit that spot again.
That’s all it takes.
She cries out, her body clenching tight around me. It drags me over the edge with her. I groan, burying my face in her neck, shuddering as I spill deep inside her.
We lie there, catching our breath, her hand resting lightly on my chest. My arm stays around her back, holding her close.
The silence lingers. Outside, the sun climbs higher, casting pale light across the room. Somewhere in the distance, a truck rumbles by, its sound low and fading. She shifts closer, her leg brushing mine, but neither of us speaks.
It’s calm. Unhurried. The kind of stillness that makes you forget the world is still turning.
Then she murmurs, “We should get up.”
“Come with me,” I say, voice low against her hair. “Shower.”
She blinks up at me, then nods.
The water is hot, steam curling around us before we’re even fully under the spray. She stands in front of me, back to my chest, hair damp and clinging to her neck and shoulders.
I wrap my arms around her, pull her in tight. Skin to skin.
Neither of us speaks for a long while.
I lather soap between my palms and start at her shoulders, slow and steady. She tilts her head when I wash her neck, leans into me when my hands slide down her spine. I take my time.
I kiss her shoulder, then her neck. Her breath stutters. I feel her thighs press together, and it lights something in me.
“You good?” I ask, low against her ear.
She nods. “Yeah. Just… new.”
That hits me right in the chest. Her voice is soft, honest. Still a little unsure, but brave enough to say it aloud.
I press a kiss to her jaw and hold her tighter. “You ever want to stop, sweetheart, you say so. Doesn’t matter when. I mean it.”
“I know.” She turns in my arms, wet hair clinging to her skin. Her eyes are wide, vulnerable. But her hands rise to my chest like she knows where they belong.
“I don’t want to stop.”
