"You're killing me."
"Good," I say, and bite his lower lip. “After today, it’s what you deserve.”
His hips buck up involuntarily, and I feel exactly how much he wants this, how much he's been holding back. It sends a thrill through me that's half power, half need. I sit up, hands braced on his chest, and look down at him — his hair messy from my fingers, his lips swollen from my mouth, his eyes dark and hungry and fixed on me like I'm the only thing that matters.
"Take these off," I say, tugging at his jeans.
He lifts his hips and helps me pull them down, and then there's nothing between us except want and heat and the sound of our breathing filling the room. I wrap my hand around him, feel his thickness, and his whole body goes rigid, a hiss escaping through his teeth.
"Fuck," he groans.
I stroke him slowly, watching his face, the way his jaw clenches, the way his eyes flutter shut for just a second before snapping back open like he can't stand not looking at me.
"You like that?" I ask, because I want to hear him say it.
"Yes," he says, voice wrecked. "God, yes."
I lean down and kiss him again, deep and messy, and position myself over him. The anticipation makes my whole body tremble. I lower myself slowly, inch by inch, and the stretch is perfect and overwhelming and exactly what I need. His handsgrip my hips hard enough to leave marks, and I don't care. I want the marks. I want every proof that this is real, that he's mine, that I'm his.
"Molly," he says my name like a prayer as I rock my hips, just once, just enough to make his eyes roll in his head and his breath catch in a moan. “Fuck, Molly.”
I move, slowly at first, finding the rhythm, the angle that makes my toes curl. His hands slide up my sides, cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples, and I gasp, head falling back. The pleasure builds fast, coiling tight in my core, and I ride him harder, chasing it, needing it.
"That's it," he says, voice rough. "Take what you want."
I do. I take everything — the feel of him filling me, the way his hands grip me like he's afraid I'll disappear, the sounds he makes when I clench around him. I'm in control here, and it's intoxicating. Every roll of my hips pulls a groan from his throat, every shift in angle makes his fingers dig deeper into my skin.
"Look at me," he says, and when I do, his eyes are blazing. "I want to see you when you come."
The words send a shudder through me. I lean forward, changing the angle, and the friction is perfect, devastating. My movements become desperate and erratic, and I can feel the orgasm building like a storm.
"Evan," I gasp. "I'm — oh, fuck, I’m going to…"
"I know," he says, and one hand slides between us, thumb finding my clit, circling with exactly the right pressure. "Come for me, Molly."
It breaks over me like a wave, crashing through every nerve ending, stealing my breath and my voice. I shake apart on top of him, and he holds me through it, murmuring things I can't quite hear over the roar in my ears.
When I can breathe again, he's watching me with something that looks like reverence.
"Your turn," I say, still trembling.
His eyes darken. "Yeah?"
I nod, and he flips us so fast that I barely register the movement. Suddenly I'm on my back and he's above me, hands braced on either side of my head, and the shift makes me gasp.
"Hold on," he warns, and then he's moving, driving into me with a rhythm that's fast and deep and perfect. My nails rake down his back, my legs wrap around his waist, and I meet him thrust for thrust.
“Fuck,” he groans against my neck. "You feel so good. I love the way your pussy grips my cock."
I can't form words anymore. Can only hold on as he takes me apart all over again. The bed frame creaks, the headboard taps the wall, and I don't care who hears. Let them hear. Let the whole damn building know.
His movements become erratic, losing the steady rhythm, and I know he's close. I tighten around him deliberately, and his whole body shudders.
“Molly,” he chokes out. “I’m going to come…”
"Do it," I say. "Come for me. Come inside me."
He buries his face in my neck and comes with a sound that's half groan, half my name, and everything that burns through my body like a forest fire. I shiver as he releases, every ounce of my being clenching tight, savoring, clinging to him with all the depths of my desire.
