"Fuck—yes, just like that." His hand finds my hair, not pushing, just holding on. "God, your mouth?—"
I hum around him and he curses, head falling back.
"Look at me," I tell him, and when his eyes meet mine, I take him deeper.
"Callie, I'm—if you don't stop, I'm going to?—"
I don't stop. I want this—want to feel him lose control, want to be the one making him fall apart. When he comes with a broken sound, my name tangled in curses and prayers, it feels like winning.
He pulls me up, kissing me like I'm oxygen, and rolls us so I'm beneath him.
"Again?" I ask, breathless.
"Again." He's already hard against my thigh. "Unless you're?—"
I pull him down into a kiss that's all tongue and teeth and urgency. "Don't make me wait."
This time when he enters me, it's slow and deep, and we both make sounds that have no words. He sets a rhythm that's deliberately unhurried, pulling almost all the way out before pressing back in, hitting something inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyes.
"Tell me what you need," he murmurs against my neck.
"Faster."
"Like this?" He speeds up slightly, changing the angle.
"Yes—god, yes?—"
"Louder. I want to hear you."
So I give him what he wants—every gasp, every moan, every word that falls apart into incoherence as he drives me higher. His control is fraying now, his movements less measured, and I dig my nails into his back, urging him on.
"Come for me," he growls against my ear. "Let me feel it."
The command in his voice sends me over, and I cry out his name as I come apart beneath him. He follows immediately, burying his face in my neck, my name the only word he knows.
I'm sprawled across his chest afterward, listening to his heart slow. His fingers trace circles on my shoulder—lazy, mindless, like he's not even thinking about it. Like this is already familiar.
The room is dark except for the moonlight through my curtains, and the only sound is our breathing and the distant hum of the refrigerator.
"So," he says.
"So."
"That happened."
"It did."
"Any regrets?"
I consider the question. The warmth of him beside me. The way my body still hums with satisfaction. The quiet intimacy of this moment, stripped of armor and pretense.
"No," I say. "You?"
"Only that I didn't fall into that lake sooner."
I laugh, and he pulls me closer.
"This changes things," he says quietly.
