"I need you inside me."
"Not yet. I want to make you come first, want to watch you fall apart."
I work her with my fingers, curling them to hit that spot inside that makes her back bow off the mattress. The jersey's ridden up around her waist, my number visible every time I look down at where my hand disappears inside her. She's spread wide, taking everything I give her, chasing the orgasm with rolling hips.
Her breathing gets ragged, thighs trembling on either side of my hand. I press my thumb harder against her clit, fingers pumping faster, and lean down to suck one of her nipples into my mouth through the jersey fabric.
When she comes, she screams my name, actually screams it loud enough that the neighbors definitely hear. I don't give a fuck. I work her through it, fingers gentling but not stopping, drawing out every aftershock until she's shaking and pushing at my hand.
"Too much," she gasps.
"Never too much."
Before she's fully recovered, I'm positioning myself between her legs, cock aching and desperate to be inside her. I stroke myself a few times, spreading the precum that's already leaking from the tip.
"Ready?" I ask.
"Always."
I push inside slowly, watching her face as I fill her inch by inch. She's tight and hot and perfect, still sensitive from the orgasm. The way she clenches around me makes my vision blur.
"Fuck," I groan when I'm buried to the hilt. "Maya..."
"Move. Please move."
I start with slow, deep thrusts, letting her adjust and savoring the drag of her walls against my cock. But she's having none of it, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me deeper, heels digging into my ass.
"Harder," she demands, nails scraping down my back.
I give her what she wants. Bracing my hands on either side of her head, I drive into her hard and fast, the bed frame creaking with every thrust. She's loud. Moaning and cursing and saying my name like I'm the only thing in the world that matters.
I grab her hips, angle her exactly how I want her, and pound into her relentlessly. I glance at the jersey—my number shifting with every thrust—and something possessive and primal surges through me. She'smine. Completely, and utterlymine.
"Touch yourself," I tell her, my voice rough. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
She obeys, hand sliding between us to rub her clit while I keep fucking her. I watch her work herself, watch the pleasure build on her face, watch her get closer to the edge.
I change the angle, hitting deeper, and her eyes roll back. "Right there, don't stop, right there..."
"Not stopping," I promise, maintaining the exact angle and rhythm. "Never stopping."
She's close, I can feel it in the way she's tightening around me, in the way her breathing goes shallow and desperate. I lean down and capture her mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing her moans.
"I love you," I say against her lips, fucking her deeper. "I love you so fucking much."
"I love you too," she gasps. "Jackson, I'm... I'm..."
She comes hard, clenching around me so tight I see stars. Her whole body goes rigid, back arching off the bed, and the sounds she makes are pure pleasure. I keep moving, chasing my own release, and when it hits, it's overwhelming. I come inside her with a shout, hips jerking erratically, emptying everything I have while her body milks every last drop from me.
We collapse together, sweaty and breathing hard and boneless. Maya's still wearing the jersey, twisted around her waist now. I'm still inside her, not ready to pull out yet, not ready to lose the connection.
Eventually, I pull out, mourning the loss, and roll onto my back beside her. My arm goes around her shoulders automatically, pulling her close.
Maya turns her head and grins at me, flushed and satisfied. "Our apartment."
"Our apartment," I agree.
"We can be as loud as we want."
