“Sean!” she gasps, frustrated. “Stop being a dick! I need you inside me! Now!”
“So bossy.” I smirk, shoving my pants down, cock already hard and ready. I line up with her entrance unable to wait another second.
“Look at me,” I order.
Her glare meets mine.
“Get inside me,” she snaps back.
I drive into her in one thrust, making her scream. Fuck. She feels better than I ever imagined. I pull back, slam in again, hard and deep.
“Yes!” she cries.
I take the vibe from her trembling hand, toss it aside. Gripping her knees, I press them wide, so I can grind against her clit with every thrust. Her fingers dig into my arms, hard enough to bruise me, but I don’t care. I want her marks.
“I’m gonna—” she gasps.
“I know, Baby. Give it to me.”
And she does. Her body shudders, nails clawing me as she falls apart beneath me. I keep moving, wringing every last pulse from her until she’s boneless, trembling.
I release her legs, cage her with my arms, and kiss her slow and claiming. Her sigh melts into my mouth.
When I pull back, her eyes hold something I can’t name. Something I’m not ready to believe.
Her brow knits. “You didn’t…”
“Nope.”
“But you didn’t finish.”
I smirk. “Who said I was done with you?”
Her eyes widen a second before I flip us, her still impaled on my cock.
“Ride me.”
And she does. She rides me until we’re both sweat-slicked and trembling, until there’s no space left between us but heat and want.
∞∞∞
Later, after we’ve cleaned up and showered, we lounge in her bed with the snack tray.
“This is amazing. You’re the best,” she says, grinning around a mouthful of gummy bears.
I smile at her excitement. She’s easy to please if you pay attention, and fuck, do I pay attention. It’s one of the things I love most about her. Life hasn’t handed her much good, but somehow, she still knows how to take joy in the small things.
I lean back against the headboard, one arm behind her, watching her attack the gummy bears like they’ve personally offended her. I want to learn every version of her. This one. The guarded one. The broken one. The soft one that surfaces when she lets herself feel safe.
“I live to impress,” I tease.
She grins. “Oh, trust me. You impress, all right.”
Christ. I feel my cheeks heat. Grown-ass man, blushing like a fucking schoolboy. I shake my head, but the grin stays.
We eat in easy silence for a while. She’s curled against me in one of my clean shirts, legs tangled with mine. It’s a good look on her. Hell, it’s a good look on us.
But then, something changes. I feel it before I see it. Tension creeping back into her body. Fingers pausing mid-reach for the chips. Her gaze dropping, no longer meeting mine.
