“So close,” she gasps, her bottom lip trembling as her muscles strain tight. “God, Nix, I’m so close.”
“Good,” I rasp, holding her gaze. “So, fucking good.”
I watch her climb, clinging to the last of my self-control by a thread. Watch her lips part. Her throat work. Watch pink spread from her chest, up her throat, to her cheeks as she begins to tremble.
“That’s it,” I grit out. “That’s right, sweetheart. Drench my fingers. Fuck, Char, I can’t wait to be inside you. Going to fuck you straight into a second one, baby. Going to make you come until you forget every dick but this dick.”
She reaches down, gripping my wrist with both hands and holding on tight as her hips go wild. She thrusts up hard and fast, her jaw falling open as she breaks with a sob that’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. Ever seen.
Her pussy clutches at my fingers, fierce and wild, erasing what’s left of my rational mind. I surge on top of her, spreading her thighs wider with a sharp jerk of my knee as I reach down, replacing my fingers with my cock.
I thrust in, sharp and deep, her name ripping from my chest as her still pulsing body swallows me whole. She answers me with an equally feral cry as she locks her legs around my waist,the cool leather of her boots against my ass making the molten silk of her pussy feel even sweeter.
I bottom out in her heat.
Her slick, throbbing, perfect heat that’s already silently demanding more, even before she pants, “Hard. God, Baylor, fuck me hard. Fuck me so hard.”
I oblige her, an animal sound ripping from my chest as the heat builds fast. I brace one forearm by her head as I grip her waist with my free hand, holding her steady as she demands more.
I give her everything I’ve got. I fuck her until the headboard is slamming against the wall, until her high, desperate cries fill the room, only slightly louder than my suffering grunts as I fight to keep from coming too soon. And then she leans in, trapping half my bicep between her teeth, biting down as she comes with a scream that’s only slightly muffled by the muscle filling her mouth, and that’s it.
As her pussy squeezes me tight again, I bury my face in her neck and come in sharp, white-hot jets. Pleasure so intense it’s almost painful twists through my core as I confess everything I’ve held back in groans and gasps and a sound way too close to a whimper to be manly.
But that’s okay.
I don’t always have to be “manly” with Char.
I can just be me.
Be the philosophy nerd who wants to talk about the things we’ve read, the scared brother desperate to keep his sister safe, the flawed human being who sometimes punches first and thinks about the consequences later.
The guy who wasn’t sure he’d ever feel this safe.
This right.
This home.
Afterward, we stay pressed close for a long time, foreheads touching as we catch our breath and our burning skin begins to cool.
Finally, I pull back, gazing into her eyes.
Eyes that don’t even try to hide their secrets.
“I like you like this,” I whisper, brushing her hair from her damp forehead with my knuckles.
She catches my wrist and kisses the inside, quick and soft. “Me, too. You should stay.”
“I will,” I promise.
That’s all I want.
To stay here. With her.
Maybe for the rest of my life.
Later, after we’ve eaten grilled cheese, leaned against the island in her kitchen…
After I’ve fucked her on the island, as well, and again in the shower, driving into her from behind until her knees buckle, and I have to hold her upright through what she later swears was the most intense orgasm of her life.
