I pin her to the wall, holding her there with nothing but strength and the kind of hunger I’ve tried to bury for years—one hand behind her head so she doesn’t bump it against the rough wood.
“Look at me,” I tell her, my other hand cradling her nape, thumb brushing her pulse.“When I take you, when we become one—I want you looking at me.”
Her pupils are blown wide, lips parted, trust shining through the heat.She whispers my name, “Sawyer,” and it unravels me.
I push inside, slow but unstoppable, and the sound she makes wrecks me.
My eyes lock with hers as we both groan, the world tilting around us.
This isn’t just release.
It’s a claim, a promise, a line crossed and burned behind us.
“You feel better than I imagined,” she says, and I start to move.
Because she’s right.
This does feel better than anything I’ve ever experienced—real or not.
“Not so loud,” I tell her when she starts to moan.“Don’t want no one hearing you but me.Understand?”
She nods, pressing her hot little mouth to my neck as I fuck her in long, hard strokes.
She’s so tight.
So hot and wet.
I know I’m not gonna last.But I’m not going without her.
“Come for me, Lil Bit.Show me what you got, and come all over this dick,” I command, needing her obedience.Her submission.
And when she does?When she comes so hard, her entire body is shaking in my arms like an earthquake?Well, what else can I do but follow her into that sweet oblivion?
Willingly.Willfully.
It takes a beat for the world to come back into focus.Her breathing is still fast, her forehead resting against my shoulder, both of us slick with heat and effort.
My heart’s hammering, but slower now, settling into something steady.
I ease her down, my hands firm but careful as I help her find her balance.
Her legs tremble against mine, and a soft laugh slips out of her throat like she can’t believe what just happened.
Neither can I.
I steady her hips with one hand, brushing my palm over the back of her thigh, then reach down, tugging her jeans and panties back into place.
My thumb lingers for half a second at the edge of her waistband, not wanting to let go of the warmth of her skin just yet.
Then I lean in, kiss her parted lips, slow and deep, tasting her sigh as it melts into my mouth.
She’s sweet and fierce all at once, and the taste of her on my tongue is like nothing I’ve ever had.
Mine.
I tuck myself back into my jeans, zip up, and straighten.One hand finds her waist, the other slides up to cradle the back of her neck, my thumb tracing the pulse beating there.
Her eyes are still dazed, pupils wide, hair a dark halo of chaos around her flushed face.
