Shoving between us, thumb finding my clit, circling hard while he drove into me. No finesse. Just pressure. Friction. Hunger.
I shoved at his shoulders. “My turn.”
He pulled out, and before he could catch his breath, I pushed him flat against the mattress. Followed him down, thigh sliding over his hip as I straddled him. Sank down in one hard, claiming motion that punched the air from both our lungs.
Fuck. Deeper like this. So much deeper.
Palms flat on his chest, I rode him, hard, fast, chasing the heat coiling tight in my belly.
Fingers dug into my hips, bruising, dragging me down harder with every movement, and the roughness of it made me gasp.
But his face...
God, his face.
Jaw tight. Throat working. Burning into mine like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. Not controlled. Not the careful, gentle touches he always gave me. Just raw, savage need.
And those lethal, callused fingers that had killed two men yesterday shook where they gripped my hips. Reverent even in desperation.
“Close. Gonna...”
He circled faster, and the pressure, inside, outside, everywhere...
I came watching his face.
Watching him break with me.
“Fuck...”
The orgasm tore through me, clenching rhythmically around his cock. Lips opened on a silent cry, the sound he couldn’t make, the words he couldn’t say, and I felt him pulse, his own release ripping through him. Face tight with pleasure, grip bruising on my hips, holding me down while he emptied into me.
Gaze stayed fixed on mine the entire time. Never looked away. Like he needed to see me. Needed me to see him.
Vulnerable. Utterly exposed.
Yes. This. Alive.
I collapsed forward onto his chest, both of us gasping, hearts racing together.
Arms came around me immediately, tight, almost frantic, holding me against him like I might disappear. One palm cradled the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair. The other splayed across my back, hot against my spine.
Shaking. He was shaking.
I pressed my lips to his throat, felt his pulse hammering there. His whole body trembled beneath me.
“I’ve got you,” I whispered against his skin. “I’m right here.”
The trembling eased. Grip tightened for a moment, then gentled. His thumb traced slow circles on my back, grounding himself. Grounding us both.
For a long moment, neither of us moved. Just gasping. Hearts pounding. Sweat cooling on skin.
Real. Alive. Human.
Holy shit.
That was...
He’s...
