Then his hand tightens on my face and he kisses me back slowly, like he's savoring it. His mouth is warm and firm against mine, and I open to him, letting the kiss deepen by degrees.
His free hand finds my hip, settling there with just enough pressure to ground me, and I shift closer still, my body angling toward his. The kiss deepens further, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that makes me gasp softly, and I feel his restraint in every deliberate movement, carefully holding himself back, letting me control the pace even as I can feel the tension coiled tight in his body.
I pull back just enough to catch my breath, and his forehead rests against mine, both of us breathing harder than we were.
His hand on my hip flexes, fingers pressing softly into the soft flesh there, and I can feel the heat radiating off him.
He starts to say something, but I kiss him again before he can finish, harder this time, and his control slips just slightly. His hand slides from my hip to my lower back, pulling me closer, and I go willingly, practically climbing into his lap as the kiss turns hungry.
My hands move to his shoulders, gripping tight, and I can feel the hard muscle beneath my palms, feel the way his body responds to mine even as he tries to keep himself in check.
I shift fully into his lap, straddling him, and the new position brings our bodies flush together in a way that makes us both freeze for a second.
I can feel him beneath me, pressing against me through our clothes, and the knowledge that he wants me this badly sends a surge of heat through me so intense it makes me dizzy.
I rock my hips forward, grinding down against the hard length of him, and he makes a sound low in his throat. His hands grip my hips hard, fingers digging in, and for a moment he just holds me there, his eyes squeezed shut like he's fighting for control.
I do it again, slower this time, watching his face as I move against him, feeling the rigid heat of him pressed right where I need friction most.
His jaw clenches, his hands flexing on my hips, and I can see him holding himself back with everything he has.
"If you need to stop—" His voice is strained, barely controlled. "Just say it."
I shake my head, my hands sliding from his shoulders to frame his face. "I'm not stopping."
Something in his expression shifts, the restraint cracking just enough to let the hunger show through, and when he kisses me again it's harder, his hands pulling me down against him as his hips rock up to meet mine.
The friction makes me gasp into his mouth, and I start grinding against him through our clothes with growing desperation.
His hands slide under my shirt, palms rough and hot against my bare skin, and I arch into his touch. I pull back just enough to yank my shirt over my head and toss it aside, and he stares at my breasts spilling over the cups of my bra.
His hands move to cup my breasts through the fabric, thumbs brushing over my nipples, making me gasp and rock harderagainst him. I reach for the hem of his shirt, tugging at it, and he helps me pull it over his head, revealing broad shoulders and a chest marked with old scars that I want to trace with my fingers and my mouth.
I run my hands over his skin, feeling the heat and hardness of him, and he shivers under my touch. His fingers find the clasp of my bra and unhook it, and then his hands are on my bare breasts, palming them roughly, thumbs circling my nipples until I'm trembling and desperate.
He leans forward and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth scraping just enough to make me cry out. His hands grip my hips again, holding me steady as I grind against him, and the combination of his mouth on my breast and the friction between my legs is driving me out of my mind with need.
I reach down between us, my hand finding the hard outline of him through his jeans, and I squeeze, feeling the thick length of him pulse beneath my palm. He groans against my breast, his hips jerking up involuntarily, and I work at his belt, my fingers clumsy with urgency.
He pulls back, his breathing ragged. "Bed."
I nod, and he stands with me still wrapped around him, his hands gripping my ass to support my weight as he carries me across the cabin.
He lays me down on the bed and follows me immediately, his weight pressing me into the mattress as his mouth finds mine again, hungry and demanding.
His hands move to the button of my jeans, and I lift my hips to help him strip them off along with my underwear. When I'm bare beneath him he pulls back just enough to look at me, his gaze sweeping over my body.
He strips off the rest of his clothes quickly, and when he settles between my thighs I can see all of him, thick and hard and flushed, and the sight makes my body clench with anticipation.
He kisses me again, his hand sliding down my body to cup between my legs. I'm already wet, desperate, and when his fingers slide through the slickness and brush against my clit I gasp.
He works me with his fingers for a moment, circling and stroking until I'm trembling and gasping beneath him, but I don't want this.
I want him filling me completely.
I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock, feeling the hot, silky hardness of him, and he groans, his hips jerking forward into my grip. I stroke him once, twice, feeling him pulse in my hand, and then I guide him to my entrance.
He pushes inside slowly, stretching me open inch by inch. The burn is intense, but I force myself to relax and take him deeper.
