"You're here," she whispers, voice thick with sleep.
"Yes, babe." I lean down and press a kiss to her forehead, soft and lingering. "It's late. Sleep."
But her hand slides under the towel without warning, fingers wrapping around my cock like they belong there, and I'm instantly hard under her touch.
"Damn…" I groan as she starts stroking me slowly and surely, her thumb sweeping over the head in a way that makes my hips jerk involuntarily.
"I loved the couch," she whispers, and I can hear the smile in her voice even in the darkness.
I smile and tug her old t-shirt—my old t-shirt, actually—up and off in one smooth motion, watching her bare breasts spill free. "Oh, so you like it?" I murmur, leaning down to take one nipple in my mouth and sucking hard enough to make her gasp. "Had no idea you were paying attention."
She arches into my mouth with a soft moan, then pushes me back just enough to slide down the bed. Before I can process what she's doing, her mouth closes over the head of my cock and I gasp sharply, my hand flying to her hair.
"Fuck!" The word tears out of me as pure heaven crashes through every nerve. She takes me deeper—half my length is all that will fit, it never has fit all the way—but the heat and the wet and the way her tongue swirls around the head makes my vision blur. My hand fists in her hair, not guiding or controlling, just holding on for dear life while she works me with her mouth.
She takes her time, sucking and licking with deliberate slowness, her hand stroking what won't fit in her mouth, and I can feel the pressure building at the base of my spine. "I'm close, babe," I warn, my voice coming out rough and strained. "If you don't want me to—"
She stops, pulling off slowly with her lips glistening, and I open my eyes in shock to see her smirking at me. She slides her panties down her legs in one fluid motion, climbs over me, and straddles my hips. Then she lowers herself onto my cock in one smooth, torturous slide that makes my head fall back against the pillow.
"Then come," she whispers when she's fully seated with her walls clenching around me.
I lose whatever control I had left. My hand slides into her hair while the other wraps around her throat—firm and possessive but not tight enough to hurt, just enough to holdher exactly where I want her. I thrust up hard and deep, setting a relentless rhythm that makes her cry out.
"Drogo—" she gasps, and I thrust harder.
"I want you ruined tomorrow," I growl against her neck. "Legs shaking. Unable to walk straight. Marked inside and out as mine."
She rides me frantically, her hips rolling and grinding, taking me deeper with every movement. I can feel her getting wetter, can hear the obscene sound of our bodies meeting, can see the way her face contorts with pleasure as she gets closer to the edge.
I thrust up to meet her movements, changing the angle slightly until she screams and her nails rake down my back hard enough to draw blood. "There!" she cries. "Right there—don't stop—"
I don't stop. I keep hitting that spot over and over, my hands gripping her hips now to guide her movements, to control the pace, to drive her higher until she's trembling and gasping and right on the edge.
"Come for me," I command, and she does—her whole body locking as she comes hard, pulsing around my cock so tight it's almost painful. She screams my name, and the sound of it sends pleasure shooting down my spine.
"I'm not done," I growl, and before she can catch her breath I roll her onto her back and lift one of her legs over my shoulder. The new angle lets me drive even deeper, and she gasps at the intensity of it.
I watch her face as I pound into her—eyes half-lidded, mouth open in silent cries, completely lost in the sensation. She's so beautiful like this, wrecked and wanting, giving herself over to me completely.
"Come for me again," I demand, reaching between us to circle her clit with my thumb.
She shatters, clenching around me so tight I see stars, her body arching off the bed as another orgasm rips through her. Before she's even finished, I flip her over and pull her on top of me again, slamming up into her with renewed intensity.
She's soaked—absolutely drenched—and I can feel the wetness spreading beneath us, making the mattress cold and wet. The sound of me sliding into her is loud and obscene, filling the room along with her gasps and my groans.
My cock barely fits even now, still a fight to push all the way in, still perfect in every way. Her eyes flutter shut and her body goes limp for just a heartbeat—almost unconscious from the overwhelming intensity—and panic slices through the pleasure haze.
"Alena!" I freeze completely, cupping her face with both hands.
Her eyes snap open immediately. "Damn, don't stop!"
"You almost—"
"Harder!" she demands, and I see the wildness in her eyes, the need that matches my own.
Beast. My beautiful beast. I give her exactly what she's asking for—harder, deeper, faster, until she's screaming and I'm groaning and we're both completely lost in it.
She comes again and this time she's squirting, soaking my thighs and the sheets beneath us. I pull out just long enough to feel it hit me, then slam back in and keep going.
