As soon as I have her nipple in my mouth, she starts to pull my shirt off and her hands reach for my crotch. I unzip my pants and she pulls me out and I am hard as a rock.
"Happy to see me, I see."
"I'll be happier to feel you around me."
Her thighs part under my hands and her breath catches like I’ve hit a wire inside her. I drag my palm along her inner thigh, slow enough she arches before I even touch her where she’s desperate.
"Bryce…"
"Say what you need."
She swallows hard. "More."
It comes out ruined and raw and perfect.
So I give her more.
My fingers slide between her legs and she’s already wet, already there, already trembling. I tease her slowly at first, circling her clit with my thumb while I watch every reaction she can’t hide.
Her hips lift. Her eyes flutter shut. Her lips part around a soft, choked sound.
"Beautiful," I whisper against her jaw, moving my fingers just right, controlled but filthy. "You feel everything and try to pretend you don’t. Drives me crazy."
She grabs the back of my neck, pulling me closer, kissing me like it’s the only answer she has. When she breaks away, she’s breathless.
"You ruin my logic."
"Good. Logic was getting in the way."
I push two fingers inside her, slow but deep, and her back arches clean off the mattress like she can’t keep her body grounded.
"God—Bryce—"
"Right here," I say against her throat. "Let go."
She tries to keep quiet, tries to hold herself together with the last pieces of control she has, but I know the exact rhythm now. The exact pressure. The exact angle.
Her breath trembles. Her nails sink into my shoulders. Her thighs tense and I feel the exact second she’s gone.
She comes hard, silent at first, then a broken moan she can’t swallow, body shaking around my fingers.
I keep going just long enough to draw it out, then slow until she softens beneath me.
When I finally pull my hand away, she looks wrecked in the best way.
I lean down and kiss her slowly.
"Round one," I murmur, voice low and rough. "We’re nowhere near done."
And then I’m stripping the rest of my clothes off, not rushed, not gentle, just needing her with a kind of hunger that shuts off every rational part of my brain.
Her gaze drops immediately. She takes me into her hand without hesitation and the sound that leaves her lips is pure shock and want. Slow strokes at first, exploring, testing what makes my muscles clench, what pulls a low groan from my chest.
“Careful,” I grit out, voice thick. “Not yet.”
She looks up at me, pupils blown wide with curiosity and arrogance like she just discovered she can undo me.
So I show her how undone I am.
