She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
I kneel between her legs. Rest my hands on her thighs. Look up at her.
"Last chance to change your mind," I say.
"I'm not changing my mind." She cups my face. "I'm here, Ryder. That's my answer."
The words settle into my chest like a vow. Like a promise. Like the answer to a question I didn't know I was asking.
"Then I'm here too," I say.
I take my time. Strip away her jeans and underwear with hands that shake. Worship every inch of skin I reveal with my mouth. Map her body until she's writhing and gasping my name.
When I finally put my mouth where she needs me most, she comes apart so beautifully I almost lose it right there.
After, when she's boneless and gasping, I strip off my own clothes. Cover her body with mine.
"You okay?" I ask.
"More than okay." She wraps her arms around my neck. "That was incredible."
"Just getting started." I kiss her softly. Pull back to look at her. "Still want more?"
"Yes." No hesitation. "Please."
I reach for my jeans. For the condom I've been carrying since this afternoon. Just hoping. Just in case.
She watches me roll it on with eyes that are dark and hungry.
"Come here," she says.
I settle between her thighs. Line myself up. "You're sure?"
"I'm sure." She rocks her hips up. "Stop asking and just—"
I slide inside.
We both freeze. Her eyes go wide, pupils blown dark with pleasure. I feel her clench around me, tight and hot, and have to grip the sheets to keep from moving. To give her time to adjust. To breathe through the overwhelming sensation of being inside her.
"Okay?" My voice doesn't work right. Comes out rough and broken.
"Yeah." She rocks her hips experimentally. Takes me deeper. Her breath catches, and I feel the tremor that runs through her. "More than okay. Move, Ryder."
I do. Start slow, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. Building the rhythm. Her hands find my shoulders, nails digging in as I angle my hips and find that spot that makes her gasp. I watch her face as she takes what she needs—the way her lips part, the flush spreading down her neck, the little crease between her brows when the pleasure gets intense.
She wraps her legs around my waist, changing the angle, and I groan against her throat. Kiss the racing pulse there. Taste salt and vanilla and her.
"There," she breathes. "Right there. Don't stop."
I don't. Keep the steady rhythm even when my muscles burn. Even when I want to go faster, harder. I wait for her, listening to the sounds she makes when I hit the right spot. The way her breathing changes. The desperate little noises in the back of her throat that tell me she's close.
Her inner walls flutter around me. She arches up, pressing her chest against mine, and I feel the exact moment she tips over. The way her whole body goes taut, then shudders. The sound of my name breaking apart on her lips.
It pulls me under. I bury my face in her neck and let go, feeling her clench around me in aftershocks as I come. Stars burst behind my eyelids. My heart hammers so hard I think it might crack my ribs.
It's perfect. She's perfect. This is perfect.
And when the world comes back into focus, when I can breathe again, I know I'm in trouble.
