"Yes." Breathless. Broken. "Yes, for you, Owen. All of it.”
I slide two fingers inside her. She clenches around them immediately, tight and hot and pulsing. I curl my fingers against her front wall and stroke, slow, deliberate, and her knees buckle and she grips the desk harder and she pushes back against my hand.
I can't wait. I've waited long enough. I've waited my entire life and I'm done.
I reach down with one hand, open my belt, drag my zipper down, free myself. The ache that has been building since I opened the office door concentrates and sharpens and when the cool air of the room hits me I hiss through my teeth.
With my other hand I find her clit. Circle it with my thumb, slow and precise, and she moans and rocks against my hand.
"Hold the desk," I tell her. "Don't let go."
Her fingers whiten on the edge.
I guide myself to her entrance. The head of my cock presses against her, slick and hot, and I hold there for one second. One breath. I push into her. All the way. One stroke.
She cries out. I stop breathing.
The feeling of her around me is so complete, so encompassing, that every calculation I've ever run goes quiet. There is nothing in my head but the heat of her body gripping me, the shaking of her thighs against mine, the small, broken sounds she's making with her face pressed against the desk. I hold myself there, buried, and the sensation isn't just physical. It's the feeling of being exactly where I'm supposed to be. Of a pattern completing. Of a variable I've been solving for my entire life finally resolving into a value I can hold.
She moans. Low, desperate, rocking back against me.
I start to move.
Not slow. Not careful. I pull back and drive into her, deep, and the sound our bodies make together fills the office. She gaspsand I do it again, harder, and again, finding a rhythm that is fast and deep and relentless.
She pushes back into every thrust, meeting me, taking me deeper, and the friction and the heat and the sound of her, the specific sound of Maya coming apart under my hands and around my cock, strips away every layer I've ever built.
"Right there," she pants. "Owen, right there, don't stop."
I grip her hip with one hand. The other finds her clit again and I circle it in time with my thrusts, pressing, and she is shaking and clenching and I can feel her getting close, feel the way her walls tighten and pulse around me.
"Let me feel it. Now."
She shatters.
I feel it happen, the clench and the release and the wave of it gripping me so tight that my vision whites at the edges. She cries out, wordless, her body locking and then going liquid, and the pulsing of her around me drags me over the edge.
I come so hard my hands shake on her hips. The release tears through me from the base of my spine outward, explosive, total, a full-body detonation that empties me of everything I've been holding. I hear myself make a sound I don't recognize, low and broken and raw, and I bury myself as deep as I can and stay there while the aftershocks roll through both of us in waves.
My legs are shaking.
I bend over her. Carefully now. All the roughness gone, replaced by something trembling and new. I wrap my arms around her, pull her back against my chest, press my face into her hair. She's trembling too. We are both trembling, both breathing in ragged gasps, both holding on to the desk and to each other because the floor feels unreliable and my legs have not yet agreed to function.
My hands flatten against her stomach, her ribs, pulling her as close as physics allows. Her heartbeat hammers against my forearm.
I ease out of her, gently, and turn her in my arms. She looks up at me. Her eyes are wet. Not crying. Overwhelmed. I know the feeling.
I frame her face with my hands. Thumb across her cheekbone. Her skin is warm and damp and flushed.
"I'm yours," I say again.
She presses her forehead against my chest. I wrap my arms around her and pull her in and we stand in the middle of the office, surrounded by scattered pencils and a sideways laptop and the last of the afternoon light falling through the window.
24
REID
This is as good as it gets.
