"Thorne," she moans.
I dig my fingers into her flesh, probably too roughly, but she presses closer. So I pull one hand back and slap where my fingers were.
She groans, loud and unrestrained. "Harder."
I do it again, the sound sharp in the quiet of the tent, and her whole body stiffens. Her orgasm is close, so I don't let up, licking and sucking while she uses me for her pleasure.
"Again," she demands.
I slap her ass again, harder this time, and she shatters. Her climax makes her body shake so violently that I have to hold her steady. She doesn't stop moving until the aftershocks finally fade and she's trembling above me.
Feeling her come undone and lose control is the hottest thing I've ever witnessed. My dick is already hard again, aching.
She rolls off me, boneless and breathing hard, turning so we are side by side. I move over her, kissing her neck, nibbling on her collarbone the way she likes. I work my way down to her breasts and pause there.
"I love your tits," I tell her, cupping them both. “They fill my hands just right. And this birthmark…” I lick the spot next to her left areola. “Is perfection. They're perfect."
"I love when you play with them," she says, arching into my hands.
I take the hint and knead them. I’m gentle at first, then firmer, watching her face for every reaction. When I take one nipple into my mouth and suck hard while pinching the other, she cries out.I switch sides, giving equal attention, licking and sucking and biting just enough to make her gasp.
Her nipples are hard peaks, and I roll them between my fingers while my mouth trails up to her neck. She's writhing beneath me now, her hands clutching at my shoulders.
"Please," she reaches between us, wrapping her hand around my cock. "I need you inside me."
I cover her hand with mine, move it aside, and take over. Sliding into her slowly, her eyes flutter closed, her mouth opens on a silent gasp. She's tight and wet and mine. When I'm fully seated inside her, we still.
This is different than before. Not the desperate urgency of our first time back together. This is slower. Deeper. I move inside her with long, measured strokes, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in.
She wraps her legs around my waist, eliminating all space between us. I lace our fingers together, pinning her hands above her head, and the new angle makes her moan and close her eyes.
"Look at me," I say softly.
Her lashes flutter open. Her gaze is hot with pleasure, pupils blown wide, but she doesn’t look away. I see everything in those eyes—desire, yes, but also trust. The kind I've never earned from anyone before. I’ll do everything in my power to make sure it never fades.
I release one of her hands to cup her face. My thumb brushes over her cheek. It's wet.
"You okay?" I slow my movements.
"Yes." She turns her head to kiss my palm. "God, yes. It's just—this is—"
"I know." I kiss her, my hips keeping a slow, deep rhythm. "I feel it too."
We move together like we've done this a thousand times, like we've been learning each other for years instead of months.Every thrust, every breath, every touch is in perfect sync. Her free hand slides down my back, nails scraping lightly, and I shiver.
I change the angle, so I’m hitting her clit with each thrust. She tightens around me, her breathing coming faster. I read her and shift. She gasps.
"Right there," she breathes. "Don't stop."
I don't. I keep the same pace and she climbs higher. Her hand grips mine tighter, her body arching up to meet every thrust.
"Thorne," she gasps on an exhale. "I'm close."
"Let go," I tell her, keeping my rhythm as she needs it, my grip on her hand tightening. "I've got you."
Her climax hits and she cries out. Her whole body tenses, pulsing around me, pulling me deeper, pushing me over the edge. I follow her, burying myself deep as my orgasm tears through me.
For a few heartbeats, we're locked together. Her body clenching around me, mine emptying into her, both of us too far gone to do anything but feel.
