“Lift,” I murmured.
She did with no hesitation.
I eased them down her legs, taking my time, letting my hands linger where they wanted to, feeling her shift and respond to every touch.
Her breath came quicker now, shallower.
My mouth followed the line of her neck again, dragging slow kisses across her skin while my hands finished what they started.
When she was bare to me, I paused.
Just for a second.
Taking her in and memorizing it.
“Still good?”I asked quietly.
Her fingers slid into my hair, pulling me back to her.“Yes.”
That was all I needed.
Her hand wrapped around my cock then, slow, curious at first, and I groaned, the sound rough and unfiltered as my head dropped to her shoulder.
“Britta…”
She moved again, more confident now, learning what made me react, what pulled those sounds from me without trying.
I let her.
God, I let her.
But not for long.
My hand moved between us, finding her clit, feeling the heat there.She reacted instantly to my touch.Her breath broke.“Swift—”
“Yeah,” I muttered, my fingers moving slower than she wanted, building instead of rushing.
Always building.
She clung to me, her body arching toward my hand, chasing and asking for more without words.“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
I didn’t.But I didn’t give her everything either, not yet.
I took her right to the edge.Felt it in the way her body tightened and the way her breath stuttered, then I stopped.
She gasped, eyes snapping open.“Swift—”
I didn’t give her time to complain.I shifted her, pulling her to the edge of the counter, stepping in closer, my hands gripping her hips as I lined up with her.
“This okay?”I asked, my voice rough but steady.
“Yes,” she breathed.“Please.”
That was it.
I pushed in slow.
Careful.
