It’s just us.
He’s already in bed when I turn off the lamp.
On his back. One arm behind his head. Watching me.
I slide under the covers beside him, the mattress dipping slightly with my weight. The sheets are cool against my skin. His heat is not.
For a second, neither of us moves.
Then his hand finds my thigh under the blanket.
“I’ve been thinking about you,” I murmur.
“Yeah? I’ve been thinking about you too.”
I roll toward him, my knee brushing his hip.
“Show me,” I whisper.
“On your fours.” His voice is low, a rumble that vibrates straight to my core.
I feel it in my bones, that command wrapped in lust, and my body responds before my mind catches up.
I shove the blanket off the bed, then push onto my hands and knees, the nightgown whispering against my thighs as I turn away from him.
The mattress shifts as he rolls and moves behind me, his fingers trailing up my thigh, higher this time, bunching the hem of my nightgown until cool air kisses my bare skin.
“Fuck, Carly,” he groans, his voice rough and heavy with raw need. “No panties under that gown? You’re killing me.”
His palm molds to my ass, kneading the flesh with a firm grip. Teasing, possessive, but laced with that tenderness that makes my heart stutter.
I glance over my shoulder, catching his eyes in the dim light filtering through the curtains. His briefs are tented, one hand already working the waistband down.
“Maybe I wanted you to notice,” I say, voice breathy, pushing back against his palm. “Wanted you to take what’s yours.”
He smirks, shoving his briefs off completely. His cock springs free—thick, hard, the head already glistening. I feel it nudge my inner thigh, hot and insistent, as he drags the nightgown higher, then lifts it over my head, peeling it away slowly before tossing it aside.
“You’re mine. Every inch. And tonight, I’m gonna remind you how good we fit.”
His fingers slide between my legs, finding me slick and ready. He parts my folds with two fingers, stroking slow from entrance to clit, circling the sensitive nub until I whimper.
“So wet for me already. Love how your pussy gets this greedy, just waiting for my cock.”
He dips a finger inside, then two, pumping gently, stretching me open while his thumb presses my clit.
“Doc,” I moan, rocking back onto his hand, the sheets twisting in my fists. “Please... I need you inside me. Fill me up.”
“You want me?” he asks, voice low, holding himself right there at my entrance. “You want all of me?”
He withdraws his fingers, and I hear him slicking himself with my wetness. Then the broad head presses against my entrance, teasing, not entering yet.
“Tell me how bad you want it.”
I do, words tumbling out in a rush. “I want you,” I breathe. “All of you. Don’t hold back.”
That’s all it takes. He grips my hips, thumbs digging into my skin, and thrusts in with one smooth, deep stroke.
I cry out, the fullness overwhelming, his length bottoming out until his balls slap against me. He’s so big, splitting me open in the best way, and I clench around him, pulling him deeper.
