fingers digging into the skin,
pressing me down against him,
grounding himself deeper inside me.
His lips part, about to say my name,
but all he gets out is:
“Fff—”before his whole body shudders.
A guttural sound in his chest.
And then his head drops to my shoulder,
coming hard,deep, spilling hot and shaking.
“Fuck,” he breathes into my skin,
chest heaving.
His head moves to my neck,
breath punching my collarbone.
“Stay here—right here. Just gimme a sec?—”
And those seconds stretch.
Each one hammers through his chest
and crashes into mine,
his heartbeat frantic,
breath too shallow and shredded to catch.
“Lasted less than ten seconds,” I say,
dragging my fingers up into his scalp,
Then shrug.
“Thought Jersey boys had more stamina.”
He growls, buries his mouth in my throat,
threatening to bite it.
“Don’t start,” he says, ragged.
“You know what you fuckin’ do to me.”
He exhales, laugh caught inside it,
unable to separate the two.
“And now you’re squeezin’ me like you’ll fight me if I pull out.”
