She’s panting, her hips rocking into my hand like she can’t help it. “I’m on birth control,” she says breathlessly, her eyes locked on mine. “I don’t miss a day. And I’m clean.”
I nod, my thumb not letting up as I watch her eyes flutter. “Me too.”
“Great.” She grinds down harder, a frustrated whine slipping out. “Then get inside of me.”
I dip my head, kissing the curve of her neck, my tongue flicking out to taste the salt on her skin, licking a hot stripe to her ear. “I like it when you beg,” I murmur, nipping lightly. “Do it again.”
“Leo,” she cries, my name breaking on her lips as I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right—working slow and deep—feeling her walls flutter around me, hot and greedy.
“Please,” she shrieks, her body arching. “Get inside me,please.”
I grab her chin again with my free hand, yanking her face so she’s looking right at me, her eyes hazy with want. “Right now, I’m going to fuck you hard,” I say, my thumb brushing her lip. “But that means later tonight, you’re all mine. And I get to go as slow as I want.”
Her only answer is a low moan and a short nod. I reach down, lining myself up at her entrance. The head of my cock presses against her, and we both groan at the contact. And then I push inside.
I go in slowly at first, inch by inch, and we both moan—hers a whimper, mine a moan that rumbles from my chest as she envelops me—so tight it’s almost too much—slick and perfect, like she’s made for this. For me.
“Oh God,” she whispers, her eyes fluttering shut again as I go a little deeper, giving her a second to stretch around me, her body gripping me like a vice. Her hands clamp on my shoulders, her nails digging in, leaving little half-moon bites that sting, grounding me as I sink further.
Once I’m buried to the hilt, I have to stop, my forehead pressed to hers. Then I pull down one of the thin straps of her dress. The fabric easily gives way, and her breast spills out, pale and full and perfect in the low light, her nipple a pretty, flushed pink. The sight is almost obscenely beautiful. I nearly salivate.
I start to move, a slow, deep roll of my hips upward. She meets my rhythm instantly, grinding down against me, and the combined friction is so intense it makes stars burst behind my eyelids. I know, with a certainty that borders on panic, that I’m not going to last long like this.
With one hand on the side of her neck, holding her close, I lower my mouth to her breast, taking the taut, pink peak inside. She whimpers, but it melts into a moan as I suck, gently at first, then with more pressure, grazing her nipple with my teeth. Herhands fist in my hair, holding me to her as I move inside her, the snap of my hips and my mouth falling into a desperate cadence.
Before she can catch her breath, I wrap my arm around her waist and flip us. She lets out a gasp as her back hits the cushions, but we don’t miss a beat. Her legs wrap tightly around my hips, her heels pressing into my ass like spurs, urging me on as I thrust again, hard, the couch creaking faintly under the shift.
She tilts her hips just so, opening up that angle, and suddenly I’m deeper, hitting spots that make her scream, her walls clenching around me as if she’s pulling me in further. I drive in harder, relentless now, each snap of my hips echoing with the wet slap of skin on skin, her body jolting with every push.
“Leo,” she cries, and I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head. Our fingers lace together, messy and tight, her pulse hammering against my palms.
God, she’s gorgeous like this—her face flushed, eyes half-lidded, her mouth falling open in a silentOwith no sound slipping out as I fuck her so deep it’s like we’re fused together, every inch of me wrapped in her slick grip.
“You look so beautiful,” I rasp, my voice rough and gravelly, “all stretched out for me like this.”
I kiss her hard, trying to pour every ounce of what I feel into her, trying to erase every ugly word her father said. Her breasts bounce between us with each thrust, soft and full, the motion hypnotic, brushing my chest hair in teasing grazes that send little shocks through me. It heightens everything, making my skin buzz where we touch.
I can tell she’s close—her breaths are coming in short, ragged bursts. Her body’s starting to tremble, her legs around me going slack, like the tension’s unraveling all at once.
Reaching down, I hook my hand behind her knee and push it up toward her chest, opening her to me even more. The changeis immediate. Her back arches off the couch, a silent scream on her lips.
“Leo, I’m—oh fuck—” she chokes out, but the words dissolve into a shattered cry as she comes apart.
I feel it—the powerful clenching of her body around mine, waves of it milking my cock. It’s so intense, so perfectly consuming, that my own control splinters. I bury my face in the sweaty curve of her neck, my thrusts turning shallow and frantic as I chase my own release, dragged over the edge by the pull of hers. I spill into her with a groan that’s half her name, half a prayer, my body shuddering with the force of it.
I shift when I’m finished, lifting myself over her and bracing my weight on my forearms. The last thing I want to do is crush her, but I need to be close—close enough that there’s no room for the rest of the world to seep back in. She lets out this long, contented sigh, and I see the first real smile I’ve seen on her face all night. It’s her Annie smile; the one that starts at her eyes and makes everything else seem a little bit brighter.
Her finger finds its way to the nape of my neck, winding one of my stubborn curls around it. She’s always doing that. It’s a tiny, possessive habit I find endearing.
“Never cut your hair,” she murmurs, her voice sleepy and rich.
I huff a quiet laugh, the sound vibrating against her collarbone. “I can’t promise that, Annie. At some point, the Dean might mistake me for a grad student.”
“Let him,” she whispers, tugging gently on the hair. “I like it.”
I lean down and catch her lips in a kiss that’s nothing like the frantic heat of a few minutes ago. This one is slow, lingering. I pull back just an inch, my nose brushing hers. “Do you feel better?”
She nods, her eyes soft. Her skin is glowing, the flush in her cheeks from the rain and the tears replaced by something much warmer. “Much better.”
