"So wet." He strokes through my folds, spreading the moisture, circling my clit with a pressure that makes my hips buck. "All this for me?"
"Yes." The word is a whimper. "Please, Wolfe."
"Please what?"
"Touch me. Suck me. Something. I’m dying here. I need more."
He gives me more. Two fingers slide inside me, thick and calloused, stretching me in the best way. His thumb finds my clit, rubbing tight circles while he fucks me with his hand, andI'm already close, embarrassingly close, my thighs trembling around his wrist.
"That's it." His voice is dark velvet. "Let go. I want to feel you come on my fingers."
I shatter. The orgasm crashes through me, my back arching off the bed, his name tearing from my throat. He works me through it, drawing out every pulse and shudder, not stopping until I'm boneless and gasping.
"Good girl." He withdraws his fingers and brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean while I watch with dazed eyes. "You taste incredible."
"I want..." I reach for him, my hand finding the hard length straining against his jeans. "I want to taste you too."
"Next time." He strips off his jeans and boxers, and my mouth goes dry. He's big. Not just long but thick, his cock jutting toward me, flushed and leaking at the tip. "Right now I need to be inside you."
He retrieves a condom from the nightstand and rolls it on with practiced ease. Then he's over me, the head of his cock notched at my entrance, his forearms braced on either side of my head.
"Look at me."
I meet his eyes. Now warm. Burning.
"This means something." He holds my gaze. "You and me. This isn't just sex."
"I know."
"Good."
He pushes inside me.
I gasp at the stretch, the fullness, the overwhelming sensation of him filling me completely. He pauses, letting me adjust, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding still.
"Okay?" The word is strained.
"More than okay." I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
He thrusts inside me. Long, slow strokes at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. I feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein, the drag of his cock against my sensitive walls. It's too much and not enough at the same time.
"Harder." I dig my nails into his shoulders. "I won't break."
He growls and shifts his angle, hooking my leg over his elbow, opening me wider. The next thrust hits something deep inside me that makes me see stars.
"There." I'm barely coherent. "Right there, don't stop."
He doesn't. He fucks me with a single-minded intensity that steals my breath, each thrust punching a sound out of me. The bed creaks beneath us. The headboard thuds against the wall. I don't care. I don't care about anything except the pleasure building in my core, tightening like a spring.
"You feel so good." His voice is wrecked, nothing like the controlled man I've come to know. "So tight around my cock. So fucking perfect."
"Wolfe." I'm close again. So close. "I'm going to..."
"Come." An order, not a request. "Come on my cock, Sadie. Let me feel it."
I break apart. The orgasm rips through me harder than the first, my pussy clenching around him, wave after wave of pleasure blanking out everything else. He groans my name and follows me over, his hips stuttering, his cock pulsing inside me as he empties himself into the condom.
We collapse together, breathing hard, sweat-slicked and tangled. He rolls to the side to keep from crushing me but pulls me with him, tucking me against his chest, his hand stroking down my spine.
