“Beg.”
My eyes widen as I remember our earlier conversation. Jesus Christ, how did I ever think I’d be able to stop myself from fucking her?
I never had a chance in hell.
“Please.” The word slips out of me, unashamed, no hesitation. “God, please, let me fuck you.”
A satisfied smile quirks her pretty lips as she presses the condom into my hand. I shred the foil with my teeth and slide the latex onto my throbbing cock with one swift motion.
And then I thrust into her with one drive of my hips.
I don’t smother the shout she lets out. Iwanther to scream. I want her to voice whatever thoughts are spinning around in her head, anything that will let me know how she feels.
Because I’m losing my goddamn mind.
She feelsso. fucking. good.I should’ve mentally prepared for how tight and slippery she’d feel just based on how she felt around my fingers, but part of me also wonders if thereisany preparing for her.
I groan as I pound into her, hard and fast. There’s nothing patient or teasing. I’m just…fuckingher.
I smooth one hand up under her back until I can grip the base of her neck, partly to hold her close but also to hold her in place for my thrusts. My other hand hikes her thigh up over my hip soI can get a little bit deeper. “Are you going to come with me?” I growl into the curve of her neck.
It’s only when she doesn’t respond that I focus in on the details of her body. Her nails are digging into my arms once more, and her legs are no longer plastered to my sides. Instead, they’ve dropped to the bed, into the widest possible position.
Most importantly, her breathing is shallow.
On my next thrust, I grind down into her clit, just to test her reaction.
Shewhimpers.
And suddenly, I’m done with it all. Done with waiting, with reading between the lines, with everything. I just need her to fuckingcome.
Sliding my hand between our bodies, I press my thumb to her clit and start to rub.
I’m braced on one elbow, looking down at her when I watch it happen. I see the moment her eyes widen in surprise. I hear the way her breathing picks up, the way she desperately sucks in one small breath after another. I can feel the way she clings to me, as if needing me to anchor her.
Her whole body stiffens with a raspy moan, and then…
Her eyes slide closed, and sheshudders.
I don’t know how I fuck her through it. The sight of her coming is the most erotic, intoxicating thing I’ve ever seen. But I somehow manage to wait until she drops, limp, onto the bed before I let myself come. With a guttural groan, I give in to the pleasure.
We’re both gasping, trying to catch our breaths, when the silence of the room becomes obvious. I feel suddenly very aware of the fact that I’m completely plastered against her, panting in her ear as I try to put my head back on straight. I haveneverhad sex like that.
I think that’s the reason it takes me a second to realize she’s gone stiff beneath me. She’s not gasping anymore, she’s…holding her breath?
I lift my weight off her with an awkward mutter of “sorry.” I can’t bring myself to look at her, to see whatever expression she’s wearing, but that I know isn’t “that was the best sex of my life, when can we do it again?” Instead, I focus on tying the condom off and righting my jeans that I’m still wearing.
She slides off the opposite side of the bed as soon as I create space between us. One glance at her tells me the tension is back in her shoulders.
Shit. I know first-time sex can be awkward, but this is beyond that. The speed she’s dressing with screamsregret.
It’s…confusing.
I pull my shirt on, feeling like I need to be fully clothed for whatever comes next. Daisy is already dressed and adjusting her heels.
“Do you need…?” I ask stiffly, gesturing toward the bathroom.
Her smile is just as stiff. Shaking her head, she inches closer to the door, clearly wanting to get out of the bedroom.
