Sorry? I don’t know what to do with that. I plunge two fingers into her and my thumb finds her clit. She throws her head back and moans.
“Fuck me, please.”
Thank god for basketball shorts and always going commando. My cock is freed in a second, and I wrap her legs around me, scooping her up. I’m in her in one fast stroke.
She screams like that’s all she needed to come. I have to pause and breathe or I might come too.
She’s tight and hot around me, perfect in a way that makes my vision blur at the edges. I press my forehead against hers, trying to breathe through the intensity of it.
“Fuck,” I groan, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. “Ash.”
She rolls her hips against mine, impatient, and rational thought dissolves. I brace one hand against the wall, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise, and begin to move. Each thrust pulls a sound from her throat that I want to capture and keep forever. Little gasps and moans.
I’ve had a lot of sex. A lot. Nothing has ever felt like this. The sounds coming out of her, her fingers digging into my back, her legs squeezing me. Every place she touches lights up and explodes.
She screams my name and I feel her shudder around me, pulsating on my cock. I fuck her through her orgasm, never wanting her to stop, awed that I can make her body do this.
“Knot. Pierce. Knot. Oh god, fucking knot me. Please. Pierce.”
“Are you sure?” I can barely breathe enough to ask.
She slips her tongue into my mouth and wraps her arms around my neck, close to choking me.
I’m deep in her. It feels almost impossible that I could go deeper, that her body could stretch to take me. I pull one knee up higher, spreading her wider for me. My knot against her, I feel the resistance as I push past the ring of muscles. Slowly, I feel her take me deeper, millimeter by millimeter. The pressure is intense, and I can’t breathe. With a little pop, her body gives, and my knot swells even bigger. Now I’m the one screaming her name.
Waves of sensation break through me. I come, spilling into her again and again. I whimper and shake, holding on to her and never letting go.
My forehead rests against hers, our breath mingling in the space between us. I’m still inside her, our bodies locked together. The physical intensity slowly ebbs, but a whole new territory opens up. I can feel her heartbeat, her breath, every movement of her body. I feel… complete. It’s like her soul has wrapped me up, and here with her, for this moment, I can be okay. I can be good. I can be loved.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. My head is still buried in her neck. “It’ll pass soon. I can try to… I mean, I know it’s uncomfortable being stuck like this.”
I pull back just enough to see her face clearly. “What are you talking about?”
She shifts slightly, wincing. “The knotting. I know it’s not… I mean, most alphas don’t actually like it. They say it’s too much. Too clingy.”
“Shhh.”
“Every alpha I’ve been with…” She gives a small shrug, trying for nonchalance but missing by a mile. “It’s fine. I get it. I can just… if I relax, it’ll be over quicker.”
I cover her mouth gently with my hand, stopping the flow of words. “Ash,” I say, making sure she’s looking at me. “Shut the fuck up. This is the best I’ve ever felt in my life. Let me enjoy it for a second.”
Her eyes widen slightly.
I continue, replacing my hand with a soft kiss. “Being inside you, being connected to you like this, it’s fucking perfect. I don’t deserve to feel this good.”
A small sound escapes her, somewhere between a laugh and a sob.
Now I’m the one that can’t look at her, so I nuzzle her neck. She tips her head, giving it to me.
“I was made for you,” I say just above a whisper.
After a small eternity of feeling her from the inside, her fingers stroking my back, playing in my hair, I have to jostle her to redistribute her weight. She goes stiff and then shudders, moaning, as another orgasm hits her from just the tiny movement. It brings me right to the edge too, I clamp my jaw shut to not come again.
“We should move,” I murmur against her hair. “Somewhere more comfortable.”
She tenses slightly in my arms. “Um, we can’t exactly… I mean, we’re kind of…”
“I know.” I kiss her temple. “I’ll carry you.”
