“I want you,” she says, voice wrecked.
Those words hit harder than anything tonight.
I stop. Only long enough to get out of my shirt.
Her eyes drop and darken.
She reaches out, tracing a line down my chest like she’s memorizing me.
“Good,” I say, kissing her again. “Because I’m not stopping until you can’t say anything but my name.”
I hook my fingers in her underwear and she lifts her hips.
The lace falls away.
She’s bare.
Wild.
Beautiful.
I strip off the rest of my clothes slowly enough that she has time to look, to take all of me in. She smiles and her hand moves before she even thinks about it, fingers wrapping around my cock as she strokes me, tentative at first then bolder when she feels how hard I am for her.
"Not yet," I murmur, catching her wrist gently and kissing her knuckles before guiding her hand away. "I want you ruined first. Opened for me. Ready for every inch."
I ease her thighs apart, spreading her gently until she’s laid out exactly how I want her. My fingers slide back over her slick heat, slow, teasing, then deeper.
She moans when I push two fingers inside her, curling them just right while my thumb circles her clit.
"There it is," I whisper, watching every reaction. "I’m preparing this perfect pussy for my length. You feel how ready you are? How soft you get just from my touch?"
Her hips lift into my hand and she whispers my name like she’s already past the point of no return.
I settle between her thighs and she wraps her legs around my waist without hesitation.
The heat between us is instant.
Demanding.
I brace myself over her. “Last chance to change your mind.”
She cups my jaw, eyes steady, voice soft but certain.
“I want you.”
I lower myself and her breath falters.
And then, finally, I push into her.
She groans, grabbing my shoulders, body tense for one heartbeat… then melting around me.
“Jesus, Belle,” I breathe. “You feel unreal.”
I start slow.
Controlled.
Every movement deliberate.
