"More," she breathes against my lips.
I pull out completely.
Her eyes fly open. "What?—"
"Lift your hips."
She blinks, confused, but does as I ask. I grab one of the pillows and slide it beneath her, angling her pelvis higher.
"Better leverage," I explain, settling back between her thighs. "You'll feel everything."
I push back inside, and her whole body shudders.
"Oh." Her eyes go wide. "Oh, that's?—"
"Yeah." I start moving again, watching her face. Every expression. Every flicker of pleasure. "That's it."
The new angle changes everything. Deeper. More intense. I can feel her tightening around me with each stroke, her body climbing toward something she can't control.
Her head tips back. Her chest heaves. Those beautiful breasts move with each thrust, and I palm one, rolling her nipple between my fingers.
"Nico." Her voice pitches higher. "I'm going to—I can't?—"
"Look at me."
Her eyes snap to mine.
"Don't look away," I command. "I want to see you when you come."
She whimpers, her walls clenching around me. Her hands find my forearms, nails digging into skin. She's close. So fucking close.
"Let go, Kristen." I thrust harder. Faster. "Come for me."
She shatters.
Her whole body seizes, her pussy gripping my cock tight. Her back bows off the mattress, and I watch every second of it. The way her lips part. The way her eyes squeeze shut despite my order. The way her body trembles beneath me.
I follow her over the edge.
The orgasm rips through me. I bury myself deep, spilling inside her as my own groan tears free. My arms shake. My vision blurs. For a moment, there's nothing but her.
I collapse forward, barely catching myself on my elbows before I crush her. We're both breathing hard, slick with sweat, tangled together in ways I can't quite process.
"That was..." Kristen trails off, her chest still heaving.
"Yeah." I press my forehead to hers. "It was."
I kiss her again. Gentle in a way I didn't know I could be.
Kristen shifts beneath me, her skin still flushed. "I need a shower."
Thank fuck.
I don't say it out loud, but the relief is huge. I can't stand being sticky after sex. Never could. It's one of those things that drives me insane. The sweat. The mess. The feeling of everything drying on my skin.
"Good idea." I pull out of her slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. She winces slightly, and I file that away. Too rough? No. She asked for more.
I roll off the bed and stand, not bothering to cover myself. Kristen's eyes track down my body, and I let her look. Fair's fair. I've been staring at her for the last hour.
