"Please," she begs, her voice breaking.
I guide myself to her entrance, watching her face as I push inside. The tight heat of her surrounds me, pulls me deeper. I groan at the sensation, my hips jerking forward involuntarily.
"More," she demands, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me closer.
I give her what she wants, what we both need. My thrusts start slow, savoring the way her body stretches to accommodate mine, the gasp she makes each time I bottom out.
"Harder," she urges, her nails scoring my back. "Please, Ursak, I need?—"
I know what she needs. I can feel it in the way her body clenches around mine, the frantic pulse of her heart againstme. I increase my pace, driving into her with deep, powerful strokes.
"Yes!" she cries, her back arching off the bed. "Right there, don't stop, don't?—"
Her words dissolve into a moan as her orgasm crashes over her, her body convulsing around mine. The rhythmic pulse of her pleasure triggers my own, my release tearing through me with a groan.
I collapse beside her, gathering her close as we both struggle to catch our breath. Her skin is slick with sweat, her hair a wild halo around her flushed face.
"Wow," she murmurs, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest.
I kiss her forehead, breathing in the scent of her salt and sex. "You're incredible."
She laughs. "We're incredible."
Later, after we've cleaned up and dressed in actual clothes, we celebrate properly. Maya pops the champagne while I queue up music on her ancient speakers. The first notes of a tango fill the room as she hands me a glass, her eyes sparkling.
"To new beginnings," she toasts, clinking her glass against mine.
"To home," I counter, watching the bubbles rise in the golden liquid.
We drink, then set our glasses aside as the music swells. Maya steps into my arms like she was made to be there, her body moving against mine in perfect rhythm.
"You're a quick study," she murmurs as I spin her out, then pull her back against me.
"I have excellent motivation." I kiss the tip of her nose, then her lips, losing myself in the taste of her.
The song changes to something faster, and Maya grins. "Think you can keep up?"
I return her grin with one of my own. "Try me."
What follows is less dancing and more laughter, our bodies colliding as much as moving together. At one point, Maya attempts a dip that nearly sends us both crashing to the floor. We dissolve into laughter, foreheads pressed together as we try to catch our breath.
"Maybe we should stick to slower songs," I suggest, brushing her hair back from her face.
"Where's the fun in that?" She kisses me quickly, then pulls away to take another sip of champagne.
I watch her, this woman who has become my entire world. Love, yes, but more than that—gratitude, awe, a fierce protectiveness that surprises me with its intensity.
As if sensing my thoughts, Maya sets down her glass and steps close again. "What?"
I shake my head, pulling her against me. "Just happy."
She smiles, her hands sliding up my chest to link behind my neck. "Me too."
The music swells around us, but we barely move, content to simply hold each other. The champagne grows warm in its bottle, forgotten. The world outside these walls continues turning, but here, in this moment, there is only us.
Only this.
Only home.
