"Oh—that's—"
"Shh," he mimics, and I would laugh except his fingers just did something that makes coherent thought impossible.
He takes his time. Makes me shake. Makes me beg.
Then he flips me again—stomach down this time, hips angled up, his hand firm on the small of my back.
Then he's behind me, one hand gripping my hip, the other guiding himself to my entrance.
"You good?" His voice is rough.
"Very."
He pushes in slowly. The angle makes me gasp—deeper than I'm ready for, the stretch immediate and overwhelming.
"Breathe."
I breathe.
He sinks in further. My hands fist in the sheets.
"That's it. Take all of me."
The praise in his voice unravels something in my chest. I push back against him, wanting more, wanting everything.
He groans. Pulls out. Drives back in harder.
The rhythm he sets is deliberate—deep, controlled, exactly what I need and not enough all at once. His hand slides from my hip to between my legs, fingers finding me with the specific confidence of a man who's memorized my body.
"West—you feel so good—"
"Now, you’ll take me harder."
The dual sensation—him pounding me the way he knows I love while his fingers work tight circles—builds so fast I can't track it. My vision blurs. My breath comes in gasps.
"Right there—yes—uh—so good—"
His rhythm changes. Faster. Harder. His grip on my hip tightens enough to bruise and I want it, want the mark, want the reminder tomorrow when I'm sitting in client meetings that this morning happened.
"I'm close—"
The orgasm hits without warning. My whole body locks, clenching around him so hard he curses into my shoulder.
"Jane—"
He thrusts twice moreand follows me over, his weight collapsing onto my back, both of us shaking.
We lie there. Breathing. His forehead pressed between my shoulder blades.
After a moment he carefully pulls out. Presses a kiss to my spine. Disappears into the bathroom.
I roll onto my back. Stare at the ceiling. My legs feel like overcooked pasta.
He returns with a warm washcloth. Cleans me gently—the specific tenderness that always follows when he's been rough. His hand smooths down my thigh.
"You okay?"
"I'm excellent."
