"You will." I grit my teeth against the pleasure of her touch. "But right now, I need to be inside you. Can you let me do that?"
She releases me and spreads her thighs wider. An invitation. A surrender.
I position myself at her entrance and push forward.
The feeling of her surrounding me is indescribable. Hot and tight and slick, her body welcoming me like I was made to be here. I sink in inch by inch, giving her time to adjust, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.
There is none. Only pleasure as she makes as I fill her completely.
"Pedro." My name is a whisper on her lips. "Please move."
I do.
The first thrust draws a moan from both of us. The second makes her nails dig into my shoulders. By the third, I've abandoned any pretense of control, driving into her with a rhythm that's purely instinctive.
She meets me thrust for thrust, hips rising to take me deeper, legs locked around my waist. Her inner walls flutter around me, tightening with each stroke, and I know she's close again.
"Let go." I bury my face in her neck, breathing in her scent. "Come for me, Jessica. I want to feel you."
She breaks with a cry that echoes off the walls.
The clench of her orgasm triggers my own. The base of my cock swells impossibly thick, catching at her entrance before sliding deep and locking us together. I spill into her with a groan that feels like it's being ripped from my chest, body pulsing as I fill her completely. Pleasure crashes through me in waves, each throb accompanied by a fresh surge of connection.
The pack bond deepens. Expands. I feel her emotions wash over me, wonder and satisfaction and a bone-deep sense of finally.
She's been waiting her whole life for this.
So have I.
We lie there, locked together, breathing hard. I pulse inside her, still thick and swollen, each throb sending aftershocks ofpleasure through both of us. Her body clenches around me reflexively, drawing me deeper, refusing to let go.
"That was..." She trails off, apparently unable to find words.
"Adequate?"
She laughs. The sound is surprised and delighted and exactly what I needed to hear.
"Adequate? You just gave me two orgasms in five minutes and you're calling it adequate?"
"Medically speaking, you're an idiot." She presses a kiss to my jaw. "That was incredible."
Something warm blooms in my chest. Pride. Satisfaction. Love.
"You bring it out of me." I lift my head to look at her. "I'm not usually like this."
"I know." Her fingers trace along my cheekbone. "Mr. Grumpy Doctor with the permanent scowl. I've seen that version."
"That version is real."
"So is this version." She pulls me down for another kiss. "I like both of them."
The door creaks. I turn my head to see Carlos poking his head in, a grin splitting his face.
"Are you two done being disgustingly romantic? Because I made sandwiches and I'm pretty sure she needs to eat before round whatever-we're-on."
"Carlos." Jessica's voice is exasperated but fond. "We're literally still knotted."
"I have eyes. I can see that." He enters the room carrying a tray laden with food. "I'm just saying, carbs are important. You're burning through calories like a furnace."
