He settles between my thighs, cock hard and hot against my entrance, but he doesn’t push in yet, just rocks slow, teasing, letting me feel how ready he is.
“Bed’s big,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Got all night. Gonna fuck you slow now. Deep. Gonna make you feel every inch while that phoenix throbs under my hand.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
“Then do it,” I whisper. “Make me yours again.”
He leans over me, chest still heaving from the way he just ate me out until I came screaming his name, and reaches for the nightstand drawer where he keeps the condoms. His fingers brush the handle, but before he can pull it open, I catch his wrist, gentle, but firm.
“Wait,” I breathe, voice shaky from the aftershocks still rippling through me.
He freezes, dark eyes flicking to mine, questioning.
“I’m clean,” I say, the words tumbling out fast, honest. “And I’m on the pill. Haven’t been with anyone since… well, you know. Years. I got tested last month just to be sure.”
His gaze sharpens, pupils blown wide, breath catching like I just punched the air out of him.
“You saying what I think you’re saying, firecracker?”
I nod, swallowing hard. “Yeah. If you’re…”
“I am,” he cuts in, voice rougher than I’ve ever heard it. “Clean. Tested right after that last run-in with the club doc. No one since before you walked into my life and fucked everything up in the best way.” He exhales, slow, like he’s forcing himself to stay steady. “You sure? No condom. Just us.”
“I trust you,” I whisper, reaching up to cup his jaw, thumb brushing the stubble there. “I want to feel you. All of you. No barriers.”
Something raw flashes across his face, relief, hunger, possession all at once. He leans down, forehead pressing to mine, breathing me in like he’s memorizing the moment.
“Good,” he rasps, the single word heavy, final. “Because I want nothing between us either.”
He kisses me then, slow, deep, claiming, while he notches himself at my entrance. No rush this time. He pushes in bare, inch by torturous inch, letting me feel every thick slide, every pulse of heat, every ridge until he’s buried to the hilt.
We both groan, long, broken sounds that tangle together in the quiet bedroom.
“Fuck,” he hisses against my mouth. “So hot. So tight. Nothing like this. Nothing likeyou.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper. “Move,” I beg. “Please, Lucky…fuck me.”
He does.
Slow at first, deep, rolling thrusts that drag against every sensitive spot inside me, making me gasp with each one. His hand finds the phoenix on my hip again, palm pressing flat over the fresh ink like he’s anchoring to it, like the mark is part of the rhythm now.
“Feel that?” he murmurs, voice wrecked. “My cock bare inside you. My mark on your skin. You’re mine, firecracker. Every fucking part.”
The pace builds, harder, deeper, skin slapping softly, bed creaking under us. He hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, changing the angle until he’s hitting so deep I see stars. His thumb finds my clit again, circling in time with his thrusts, and I’m climbing fast, too fast.
“Lucky…gonna…”
“Yeah,” he growls. “Come on my cock. Come while I’m bare inside you. Let me feel it.”
I shatter, harder than before, walls clamping down around him, pulsing, milking him as pleasure crashes through me in relentless waves. He swears roughly, thrusts turning erratic, once, twice, then buries himself deep and comes with a guttural groan, pulsing hot and thick inside me, filling me until I feel the overflow slick between us.
He stays buried, breathing hard against my neck, hand still pressed over the phoenix like he’s sealing it with his release.
After a long minute he kisses me soft, mouth, forehead, nose, then eases out slowly, watching his cum drip from me with a satisfied sound.
“Stay,” he murmurs, rolling us so I’m tucked against his chest, legs tangled, his hand splayed protectively over the tattoo. “Gonna clean you up in a minute. Then we’re doing that again. Slower. All night.”
I laugh weakly, boneless and blissed, tracing lazy circles over one of his tattoos. “You’re gonna kill me.”
