He reached over me, fumbled with the drawer. I took the opportunity to shove at his pants, desperate to get him naked. He helped, kicking them off along with his boxer briefs, and?—
Oh.
He was big. Thick. Already leaking at the tip.
I wrapped my hand around him and stroked. His whole body shuddered.
"Willow—" His voice cracked. "If you keep doing that, this is going to be over embarrassingly fast."
"Then get the condom on."
He tore the packet with his teeth. Rolled it on with hands that shook. Positioned himself at my wet slit.
Our eyes met.
"I want you," I said. "I want this. Stop being careful and fuck me."
He pushed inside.
The stretch was exquisite—fullness, pressure, the ache of being split open by someone who fit as though he was made for me. I gasped. He groaned, dropping his forehead to mine.
"You feel—" He pulled back, thrust forward, and we both made broken sounds. "God, you feelincredible."
He started to move. Long strokes at the start, giving me time to adjust, but I didn't want gentle. I wrapped my legs around his hips and dug my heels into his ass, urging him deeper.
"Harder."
He gave me harder. His hips snapped against mine, driving into me with a force that rattled the headboard. I clung to his shoulders, nails scoring his back, matching his rhythm with rolls of my hips.
"Willow." My name in his mouth sounded reverent. "Willow, I'm not going to last?—"
"Touch me. Make me come again."
His hand slid between us, found my clit, and rubbed. The dual sensation—him inside me, his fingers on me—rebuilt the pressure with oxygen-stealing speed.
"That's it." His voice was ragged, his thrusts turning erratic. "Come for me. Let me feel you?—"
I fell apart. The second orgasm hit harder than the one before it, my body clenching around him, pulling him over the edge with me. He buried himself deep and groaned my name as he came, his whole body shuddering, his arms shaking with the effort of not collapsing.
We stayed locked together. Breathing hard. Neither willing to move.
Eventually he shifted, pulling out with a gentlenessthat made me wince anyway. He dealt with the condom, then collapsed beside me, pulling me against his chest.
Silence. The good kind.
"So," I said.
"So."
"That was..."
"Adequate?"
I laughed—a real one, startled out of me. "I was going to say life-altering. But sure. Adequate works."
He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. I felt his chest shake with quiet laughter beneath my ear.
"Three more days," I murmured.
