No hesitation. No uncertainty. Just pure, sleepy contentment.
“Sleep okay?” I brushed a strand of hair away from her face.
“Mm hmm. I guess there’s something about being tied up and fucked into oblivion that really tires a girl out, you know.” She stretched, arching like a cat, then settled back against me with a satisfied sigh.
I chuckled as the knot in my chest loosened. Her voice was light, teasing, completely at ease. No weight behind her words like she was carrying something she needed to talk about. No careful watching to see how I’d react. She was just happy to be here, warm and relaxed and pressed against me like she belonged there.
She hadn’t heard me.
Of course she hadn’t. Her brain had been white noise and endorphins, every thought reduced to pure feeling.
Relief washed over me, tangled up with something else. Relief that I hadn’t dropped that bomb on her while she’d been defenseless. But also this new awareness that I was sitting on the biggest truth of my life and she had no idea.
I needed to tell her again. Properly this time. When she could look me in the eye and I could see what it meant to her.
But not yet. Not this morning. She was still learning to trust me with her body, still working through years of shame and fear. I wasn’t going to rush her into anything, even my own feelings.
Emily shifted, propping herself up on one elbow to look at me. The sheet slipped down to her waist. My body reacted instantly.
Like it needed an invitation.
She glanced down, her drowsy smile turning into a smirk. “Seems like someone is awake.”
“Hard to hide it when you’re looking like that.” I ran my hand down the curve of her spine, pulling her closer.
She hummed, a low vibration in her chest, and leaned in to brush her lips against my jaw. “Good.”
Before I could think of a reply, she threw her leg over my hips. She moved with a slow, deliberate confidence, straddling my waist as the sheet pooled around us.
My hands went to her waist automatically, steadying her as she settled on top of me. She was already wet. I could feel it as she rolled her hips, grinding against my cock with deliberate pressure.
“Emily.” My voice was raspy with arousal.
She smiled, reaching between us to guide me inside her. The first slide of her body taking me in made us both moan, and then she was sinking down, taking all of me until there was nowhere left to go.
For a moment, she just sat there, adjusting to the fullness, her hands braced on my chest, her eyes locked on mine. Then she started to move, lifting and lowering herself in a rhythm that had my fingers digging into her hips.
I watched her face, the way her mouth fell open, the flush spreading across her chest, the absolute trust in the way she moved above me. No hesitation, no shame, just her body and mine finding that perfect give and take.
This was what it felt like to be with someone who fit. Who matched you in all the ways that mattered.
Her pace quickened, her breath coming faster, and I shifted my grip, helping her move, meeting her thrust for thrust. The sounds she made, those little gasps and moans, went straight through me.
“Cam.” My name on her lips like that nearly undid me.
I slid one hand up to cup her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple, and she arched into the touch with a whimper. Her movements became less controlled, more desperate.
“That’s it. Take what you want.”
She did, riding me harder, her nails digging into my chest as she worked herself higher. I could feel her tightening around me, getting close, and I moved my other hand between her legs, finding her clit with my thumb.
The touch sent her over. She cried out, her whole body shuddering as she came, clenching around me so tight I had to grit my teeth to hold on. I kept my thumb moving, drawing it out, watching her come apart on top of me.
When she finally stilled, panting and trembling, I gripped her hips and thrust up hard, once, twice, three times before my own release hit, pulling a groan from deep in my chest.
She collapsed forward onto me, both of us breathing hard, sweat-slicked and spent. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close while our heartbeats slowed back to normal.
After a long moment, she lifted her head to look at me, hair sticking to her damp forehead. “Good morning,” she said with a lazy smile.
