It nearly undoes me.
A jolt runs through me and the room spins.
I’m seconds from falling apart.
“Look at me,” I rasp, my thumb tracing along her cheek as I tilt her face toward mine. Her eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide, lips trembling with effort.
“You really do love pushing me past my limits, don’t you?” My voice breaks. “You know exactly how to destroy me.”
She gives me a look that’s equal parts defiance and devotion.
And another piece of my self-control snaps.
“Fuck,” I grind out, every muscle locking tight as I fight the pull of release.
I’m not ready to let go just yet. I want to enjoy the sensation of her deep throating me.
It takes effort to slow the pace. I’m torn between the rush of having her now and the ache of wanting this to last.
She looks up with eyes that glisten. The sight of her like this cracks me wide open. The feel of her mouth, the velvety slide of her tongue, the way the head of my cock nudges the back of her throat, it’s all so damn good.
Sure, I could take what she’s offering and let it end there, but I want more. I want to be inside her, to prove this thing between us isn’t just heat and habit. When I still her with a gentle touch, confusion flashes across her face. She’s trembling, her eyes wide as they search mine for an answer I don’t yet know how to give.
The space between us vibrates with everything we just did and everything we’re still not able to say. She watches me through damp lashes before drawing back and wiping her mouth with her hand.
“Up here.” The demand scrapes out of me, sounding more like a plea than anything else. “I need to bury myself deep inside your pussy. I want to feel your wet warmth surrounding me, pulsing around me when you come.”
This isn’t about dominance anymore.
It’s about erasing the space that exists between us until she can feel everything I can’t say out loud.
Any protest dies on her lips as I pull her into my lap. Her weight settles against me, and the world narrows to the beating of our hearts. The need I have for her is raw and unstoppable. I fist the hem of her skirt, shoving it up around her waist before hooking her panties aside and sinking deep into her slick heat with one powerful thrust.
With a gasp, her nails dig into my shoulders. The sound rips through the quiet of her apartment. I pull her closer, holding her tight as we move together in desperation. Every thrust feels like a claim, a prayer, a confession I can’t bring myself to admit out loud.
The couch shudders beneath us as the space around us turns combustible.
Her eyelids feather closed. “Oliver?—”
“Look at me,” I rasp, fingers tightening in her hair as I force her gaze to mine. “Don’t hold back. I want every sound you make. Every shiver, every breath I pull from you. It’s all mine.”
Her muscles contract around me as her cry tears through the room. The world tilts, and heat rushes through me until all my thoughts splinter apart. I hold on, buried in the moment, in her, in everything that’s too much to name.
With a groan, I spill inside her, driving deep and holding her there, clutching her to me like I’ll never let go. For a few suspended seconds, the world feels small, slowed to the rhythm of two hearts trying to find the same beat.
I could stay here forever.
Then something in her body changes. It’s a subtle tension under my hands, and I know what’s coming before she opens her mouth.
“Oliver…” Her voice cracks but remains steady. “We can’t keep doing this.”
With a smirk, I brush the damp strands of hair away from her cheek. “Sure we can.”
“I’m being serious.”
“So am I.” I lower my mouth to hers, letting the kiss speak for everything she’s trying to deny. “You keep trying to push me away,” I murmur, “but I won’t let you go.”
Her lips tremble, caught between wanting and refusing. She doesn’t kiss me back, but she doesn’t stop me either.
