He groans, his hands finding my hips, but he doesn’t guide me, doesn’t take control. Just holds on while I grind against him, coating his cock in my slickness, teasing us both.
“Inside me.” The words come out breathless. “I want to feel you inside me.”
He shifts. Positions himself at my entrance. And I sink down.
Oh.
Earlier it was frantic, desperate, weeks of tension finally snapping. This is slow. Unhurried. Feeling every inch of himstretch me open, my body still tender from before, the slight burn only making it better.
I bottom out with a shuddering breath.
“Okay?” His voice is strained.
“Perfect.” I plant my hands on his chest and start to move.
Slow rolls of my hips. Taking him deep on every downstroke. His eyes never leave my face, watching every flicker of pleasure.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” The words seem torn from him. “Every part of you. Inside and out.”
Heat floods my cheeks. I’m not used to compliments, not used to being looked at like I’m precious rather than convenient.
I lean down. Kiss him to shut him up, to hide how much his words affect me. His hands slide up my back, pressing me closer, and the new angle makes me gasp against his mouth.
“There—” I breathe. “Right there?—”
He plants his feet. Thrusts up to meet my movements, hitting my g-spot with every stroke up. I cry out as my rhythm falters, becomes erratic, and he takes over, hands on my hips guiding me through it.
“That’s it.” His voice is dark, reverent. “Take what you need.”
I do.
I ride him until my thighs burn, until sweat slicks my skin, until the pleasure builds so high I can’t think, can’t breathe, can only feel him inside me, under me, all around me.
“Elio—” His name tears out of me. “I’m going to?—”
“Come.” A command. “Come for me, Violet.”
I shatter.
He follows seconds later, groaning my name as he spills inside me, and the feeling of it, hot and claiming, sends another wave of aftershocks rippling through me.
I collapse onto his chest.
For a long time, neither of us moves. We breathe together, hearts pounding in tandem, his cock still buried inside me as we come down.
His fingers make patterns on my spine. Lazy. Aimless.
“We should probably get up at some point,” I mumble against his skin.
“Why?”
“I don’t know. Food. Hygiene. The basic requirements of human existence.”
His arms tighten around me. “I have people who can bring food. The shower is ten feet away.” A pause. “I see no reason to leave this bed for at least the next several hours.”
I laugh. Actually laugh. The sound surprises us both.
“Did you just make a joke?”
