“Don’t stop,” she whispers.
I don’t.
The night folds in on itself. The room fills with heat and movement and the quiet sounds she makes when she forgets herself. I begin kissing down her body, further and further. When she realizes what I'm about to do, she starts to squirm and parts her legs.
I sit up between her open legs and spread them even more.
"God, you are so wet and hot," I say as I circle her center.
"Colby, that feels so good. You're driving me crazy."
"Fasten your seatbelt, honey. My tongue is about to send you places."
Within seconds, two fingers are inside of her as I lie down and take her with my mouth.
She is moving with me, with moans that she doesn't realize she's making.
"Colby, I'm..."
"I want to feel you contract all over my face and fingers, baby. Let yourself go."
"Jesus, Colby, I'm right there."
Suddenly, she cries out and starts contracting everywhere. Fuck, this is hot. I'm hard as a rock, and I can't wait another minute to be inside of her.
She hands me a condom. It's on in two seconds and I flip her over so she's on her stomach.
There’s laughter when we shift, when we knock the pillows aside, when she gets on her hands and knees and turns back to look at me.
"Enter me," she says.
"Holy shit, Sloane. You are so friggin' hot."
I reach around and touch her clit as I enter her. There's no hesitation. Just slow, purposeful thrusts.
We're now connected in a way that has nothing to do with technique and everything to do with trust.
After a few minutes, she wants to flip over.
"I want to watch you, Colby, while we make love."
Then she wraps her legs around me and pulls me closer. The sound she makes is soft but wrecking, and I swear under my breath because I don’t want this moment to end, but I feel like I might explode any second.
We move together until the world blurs, until there’s nothing left but sensation and the way she says my name like it matters.
When it finally crests, it’s not explosive.
It’s deep.
It settles into my bones and stays there.
We lie tangled afterward, breath slowing, skin warm, the city glowing quietly beyond the windows.
I brush my thumb along her nipple and murmur, “Kind of hard to top a night like this one.”
“True, but we’re still not defining this,” she says.
“Right,” I say.
