I work her through it and wait for the shaking to stop. Then I ask, "What next?"
She laughs breathlessly. "You're really good at following instructions."
"I prefer them to guessing."
"Then here's an instruction:Fuck me.Hard. I want to feel it tomorrow."
I can’t help but grin. I move back up to her, my cock thick and heavy between my legs. Just looking at her and tasting her has made me harder than I’ve ever been.
She watches me with dark eyes, still breathing hard. "You're big," she observes. "Bigger than I expected."
"Is that a problem?"
“Of course not.” She spreads her legs wider. "Go slow at first. Let me adjust. Then give me everything."
Slow at first. I push in inch by inch, watching her face for discomfort. She winces once and I stop.
"Don't stop. Just—give me a second." She breathes. Shifts her hips. Nods. "Okay. More."
I give her more. Seat myself fully and hold still, every muscle in my body screaming to move.
"How does it feel?" I ask.
"Full. So fucking full." She wraps her legs around me. "Now fuck me. Hard, like I said."
I move.
Hard means hard. I pull back and slam in, and she cries out—pleasure, I check her face, yes pleasure—so I do it again. And again. Setting a rhythm that makes the bed frame groan.
"Yes, fuck, just like that!" She's clawing at my back, her nails leaving lines I'll feel tomorrow. "Harder, I can take it!"
I brace my hands on either side of her head and put my weight into it. Drive into her so hard she slides up the mattress with each thrust and her tits bounce against my chest. She reaches between us, circles her clit, and I watch her face as she builds toward another orgasm.
"Gonna come," she gasps. "Come with me, I want to feel you."
"Tell me when."
"Now! Fuck, now!"
I let go. Bury myself deep and come so hard my vision whites out, feeling her clench around me in waves. It's overwhelming, too much sensation, but she's holding onto me and that grounds it. It gives me something to focus on.
Afterwards, she laughs again. "Holy shit."
"Was that good?" I don't know how to finish. "Correct?"
"That was so far beyond correct." She pulls me down for a kiss. "You're full of surprises, Finnegan MacLeod."
"I just followed instructions."
"Then I'm going to give you a lot more instructions." She grins against my mouth. "Consider this an ongoing experiment."
I can work with that.
It’s morning. Kate's warm body is pressed against mine.
For a moment, I don't move. Just observe the sensations: her head on my shoulder, her leg thrown over mine, her breathing slow and even. I've disrupted my own sleep cycle staying up with her. Haven't checked my traps yet. Haven't started my morning routine.
None of that bothers me the way it should.
