I covered her body with mine, settling between her thighs, rubbing my cock along her slick heat. She was so wet, so ready, her body already pulsing with anticipation.
I groaned against her neck, dragging my teeth along her pulse. "You feel how much I want you?"
She whimpered, arching against me, her hands gripping my back, my arms, my hair. Anywhere she could touch, claim, demand.
I nudged forward, just enough to tease.
She growled, an actual fucking growl, her nails digging into my skin. “Brooks, don’t?—”
I thrust in, sinking deep, her heat clenching around me, gripping me tight. Fucking hell.
A strangled moan left her lips, her body arching, her thighs tightening around me as I filled her. She was so goddamn tight, so hot and perfect, and I had to breathe through the need to take her too fast.
"This will be quick," I rasped, my forehead pressing against hers. "But I'll make it up to you."
She nodded breathlessly, her lips brushing mine. "Fine by me."
I lifted her legs, hooking them over my shoulders, opening her up completely, and pushed deeper.
She cried out, her back arching, her nails digging into the bedsheets.
“Yes, yes, Brooks.”
I groaned, gripping her ass, thrusting harder, needing to feel every inch of her, needing to make her lose herself completely. Sweat pooled between us, the heat, the friction, the urgency consuming us.
But I wanted more. I wanted her to break for me.
I reached between us, found her clit, circled it with my thumb, keeping the rhythm of my thrusts steady, precise.
Her moans changed—higher, sharper, desperate.
I felt her tensing, felt her losing herself.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I gritted out, feeling her pulse around me, feeling her tighten, tremble, fall apart.
She cried out, her body shuddering, her legs shaking around me, her release crashing over her in waves.
That was all I needed.
My body tensed, heat spreading from my spine, my legs, my stomach before it hit me like an explosion, pleasure rocking through me so hard I saw stars.
So hard everything else disappeared.
It was just us, our breaths ragged, our hearts racing, our bodies sticky and tangled. For a long moment, neither of us moved.
Then Michelle let out a breathless laugh, her chest still rising and falling. "Holy shit," she whispered. "My body doesn’t know what to do with how good I feel."
I let out a lazy, satisfied hum, pressing kisses to her jaw, her collarbone, her lips.
"Good," I murmured. "That was the plan."
She propped herself on her elbow, grinning at me like she knew exactly what she did to me. "I forgot how big you are."
I smirked, catching her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "I missed your body."
"Yeah," she admitted, eyeing me lazily. "She seemed to miss yours too."
She sighed, tracing a slow, aimless path over my chest. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but we both like sex. We know this. But this…?”
