I freeze.
She asked for this, didn’t she? She did. She asked for more. She wanted me closer.
I replay it in my head like a fucking mantra because I’d never just take. God knows I could’ve, and I’ve wanted to more than once. More than a thousand times, but I never have. Even now, with her beneath me and every cell in my body screaming to touch, I can’t.Not unless she wants it.
“No, don’t stop, just… I want… Fuck, I don’t want…”
She doesn’t want to want me, but shedoes.And I’ll take that.
She can hate me tomorrow, but tonight, she wants us.
I lower my hand down to the waistband of my sweats, my heart hammering, and push them low enough for my cock to spring free—hard, aching, and already leaking, like it’s been waiting its whole life for this moment.
I’m not fucking her tonight.
There’s no way I’m crossing that line unless I have her eyes on me and she tells me she’s mine.
I need to feel it.
That’s nonnegotiable.
But this—this, I can do.
The second the tip of my dick brushes against her, I nearly lose it.
She feels perfect.
Better than perfect.
“Holy shit…” The words fall out, wrecked and raw. “You’re so soft.”
I drag the head of my cock through her wetness—hers, mine, both, I don’t even know anymore.
“You’re so wet. So warm. Fuck, how are you this soft?”
“Shut up and move, Phoenix.”
Her hips slide, and mine answer.
I lower my face until I can feel her breath against my lips.
God, I want to kiss her.
I’ll never forget the way her lips felt against mine, not in this life or the next. I burned that kiss into my brain the day she left me, and now she’s right here. Less than an inch separates us, and it’s killing me. All it would take is for one of us to reach for the other, to close that gap, and I’d have her mouth again. I’d taste her the way I did all those years ago, only this time I wouldn’t let her pull away. This time, I’d make sure she knew exactly what that kiss meant to me.
But I don’t kiss her.
I’m scared of what I’ll become if she denies me, and I’m not ready to meet that version of myself.
Instead, I grind harder, faster, chasing that line I know I can’t hold for much longer. I’m going to lose it any second now, and honestly? Can you blame me? My sex drive is through the fucking ceiling.
“Fuck—” The word tears out of me as I come, spilling across her and covering her in me.
Next time, she’s coming first.
She deserves that.
Bad fucking form on my part.
