She meets each one with equal force like her body was built for mine.
Her moans get softer then sharper, breath mixing with mine, hands roaming my back, nails dragging just enough to make me lose rhythm.
I kiss her again, and she breaks against my mouth, whispering my name like a confession.
I thrust harder.
Her breath stutters.
“Bryce, more...”
That’s all I need.
I lose the last thread of restraint and the pace shifts to harder, deeper, faster.
Her back arches.
Her fingers clutch my neck.
Her body tightens around me and my voice drops low against her ear.
“Let go.”
She falls apart.
With a cry she tries to swallow, with her body shaking and her thighs gripping me like she never wants space between us again.
I follow her, burying my face in her neck, thrusts losing control as the world narrows to heat and breath and her.
When I finally come, it’s with her name on my lips and my hand holding her like I’m afraid she might disappear.
We breathe there for a while.
Silent.
Sweaty.
Destroyed.
Then I shift, sliding beside her and pulling her against my chest.
She doesn’t speak.
She doesn’t run.
She just rests her head on me, breath slowing.
My fingers trace idle patterns along her spine.
For a moment, everything feels right.
Too right.
Eventually, her breathing evens and I know she’s asleep.
I press a slow kiss to the top of her head.
And right before I drift off, one thought hits me clean and unavoidable.
