“Honey, I’m gonna need you to stop moving,” he rasps, voice frayed.
I freeze instantly, breathing him in, searching his eyes.
“Fuck,” he grits out, his jaw tight. “You’re so wet. So tight. Missed this pussy. So much.”
His words light me up from the inside out. “I know you want this to last,” I say, curling my fingers over his shoulders. “But baby… please. Please just fuck me. We can make it last in round two.”
He pulls out only to slam back into me, hard. Again and again. Each thrust steals a gasp from my lungs.
“Mine,” he growls, his mouth crashing onto mine, kissing me until I forget where my body ends, and his begins.
My core clenches around him, pleasure shooting down my spine in wild tingles. My heart beats out of my chest, trying to match the rhythm of his.
“Faster,” I moan, my nails scratching down his back. “Harder.”
His grip shifts, guiding my leg higher as he drives deeper, his thrusts turning rough with urgency. Our breaths mingle. Every sound that leaves him is low and feral, and my moans turn to screams. Sweat beads down his back as my nails dig into his shoulders. The headboard knocks against the wall in steady, undeniable beats. We’re tangled and lost in each other, every movement pushing us closer to the edge we’re both chasing.
“So full. You feel so good,” I breathe.
He answers with a shuddering exhale, voice breaking between the force of his movements.
“Gonna”—thrust—“come.”
He lets my leg fall, his hand sliding up my body before cupping my breast, his touch firm and hungry. When hepinches my sensitive nipple, a shocked cry rips from me. Heat coils tight in my stomach, too much, too fast. White sparks flicker at the edges of my vision, and I see the goddamn stars. My pussy clenches and pulses around his cock, and the moment I fall apart, he follows with a broken groan, burying his face into my neck as he spills inside me, chasing the last waves with me. His body shudders through the aftershocks, and my legs turn to jelly as he coaxes every last tremor from both of us.
“Holy shit, baby,” he pants, voice wrecked. “Did you see the stars? Because I swear I saw the whole damn universe.”
He rolls to the side, and I whimper at the loss of him. We’re both sweaty, breathless, stunned. I turn my head, finding him already watching me. His eyes soften, and I shift onto my side, propping myself on my elbow.
“I saw the stars,” I whisper.
I’m on my back in an instant, his mouth slanting over mine, kissing me like he’s trying to breathe me in. His hand glides over my breasts, down my waist, following every curve like he’s memorizing me all over again. When his fingers slip between my thighs, and he gathers his cum, coating my still sensitive clit in it, my breath stutters. His eyes darken at the sight of me, of the mess he’s making, and I can’t help the soft moan that leaves my lips as my hips lift into his touch, searching for more.
“My girl’s needy, isn’t she?”
He groans, his fingers freezing, tension rippling through his muscles.
“Baby, fuck. We didn’t use a condom.”
I bite down on my lip, my heart racing as I meet his gaze. “I haven’t been with anyone since before you. And I’m still on the pill.”
“It’s only been you for me too,” he says, voice low, honest. “I’m clean.”
I smile at him. “Okay.”
My hand lifts, threading through his damp hair, tugging gently just because I can. The sheets cling to my skin, my thighs still shaky, a delicious sting settling between them. Something eases between us, like our pieces may be starting to finally click together.
“Baby girl.” His palm closes around my jaw, thumb stroking the corner of my mouth. “I’m desperate for you. So here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to clean you up, take care of you properly, kiss every inch of you”—his gaze drops to where our bodies were joined, heat firing in his eyes—“then I’m gonna take this greedy pussy again.”
A shiver rolls through me, a smile pulling at the corners of my mouth.
“And after that,” he continues, rolling away and standing, “I’m pulling you into my side, going to curl around you, and we’re going to sleep better than we ever have. When the night ends, when the sun rises, we’ll figure the rest out. Together.”
He reaches for my hands and pulls me to my feet, my chest colliding with his solid warmth.
“I like the sound of that,” I say, letting my fingers trail down his lean stomach, over the ridges of his abs.
His breath hitches, muscles flexing under my touch, before I spin from his grasp and walk toward the bathroom.
