“Now, where were we? Right—you were begging for it.” I smirk, teasing her with shallow thrusts, just the tip, again and again. She writhes, clutching my thighs, desperate for more. I keep her waiting, savoring every second of her impatience.
“Please,” she grits out, her nails digging into my skin. “Aaron, I swear?—”
“Come on. Say it.” I go a little deeper, almost halfway, then pull back to just the tip. My jaw is clenched so tight it hurts. I want her so much. I want to be all the way inside and never leave.
She shoots me a glare, lips pressed thin, but I know her too well—she’s wound so tight she could snap, every muscle straining for release.
“Say what, Counselor?” I tease, kissing her neck and gently biting her earlobe. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” she hisses, bucking her hips so hard I almost lose my balance. “God, yes. I want you to fuck me.” The words come out half-sob, half-laugh.
“That’s better,” I breathe, finally pushing all the way in. She’s so wet, hot, and tight that for a moment I can’t think—only feel.Her legs lock around my hips, and as I go deep, she lets out a gasp that’s better than any compliment.
I pull out almost all the way, then thrust back in hard, the sound loud in the quiet room. She clings to me, her thighs shaking. She’s close—so close—but I don’t want her to come yet, not until I see her completely lose control, shatter apart in my arms.
“Look at me,” I rasp. Her eyes fly open, wide and dark. I move slow and deep, each thrust making her shiver. “Open your mouth.” She hesitates, then obeys, moaning as I speed up. I spit, watching her tongue chase it, hungry and wild. The sight nearly undoes me.
I pin her wrists above her head with one hand, spreading her legs wider with the other, adjusting until I hit her just right with every thrust. She arches under me, sweating and writhing, her body melting in my hands.
“God, Honeybee,” I groan, sweeping hair from her forehead to see her—wild, desperate, trembling. “You can let go now.”
She shakes her head, biting her lip until the color drains from it. “I?—”
I cradle her jaw, coaxing her lips open. “I want to hear you scream my name.”
That’s all it takes—her composure shatters. She comes with a raw cry, head thrown back, body taut as she pulses around me. Gone is the controlled attorney; she’s lost in sensation, and I feel her surrender.
I keep fucking her right through it, not letting up for a second, and she keeps spasming, trembling, until the aftershocks reduce her to a panting, gasping wreck beneath me.
“Fuck, your pussy is so greedy. The way it keeps tightening around my dick,” I hiss between my teeth. “God, Honeybee, you’re going to make me lose it.”
She laughs, breathless, then moans. “Don’t you dare stop,” she moans, digging her heels into my back. “I want to see you lose control, too.”
I can’t find the words, so I just give her what she wants. Every hard thrust brings me closer. The bed shakes, the headboard bangs against the wall, but we don’t care. She’s beautiful like this—flushed, raw, and undone. I want to remember every sound and look forever. Because this isn’t just sex. It’s a goddamn reckoning.
I reach down and rub her clit, circling and pressing until her whole body tenses again. She comes a second time, louder, her nails dragging lines down my back. The pain pushes me over the edge—I lose myself in her, surrendering completely.
We collapse together, limbs tangled, both of us breathing hard like we’ve survived something wild. For a while, all I hear is my heartbeat and her soft whimpers as the aftershocks hit her. When I catch my breath, I pull out, take care of the condom, and climb back beside her. She’s curled up, hair stuck to her cheeks, looking adorably dazed.
I pull her close and stroke her hair. “You okay?”
She laughs, her voice rough. “Surprisingly, I have no words.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“As you should.” She moves closer, pressing her body against mine. “But if you mention this tomorrow, I’ll file a motion to never speak to you again.”
“Only if you file it in person,” I whisper in her ear. “Because I’d love to argue with you in bed again.”
“Weirdo,” she utters, nuzzling my chest. But she wraps her arms around me, holding on like she’s grounding herself. I love it—the slow comfort after all that intensity, her voice soft with sleep, her leg draped over mine.
We stay that way until the adrenaline fades and every muscle in my body relaxes. Later, I find the willpower to get up andgrab us both a glass of water from her kitchen, and when I come back, she’s already under the covers, half-asleep and radiating warmth. I slip into bed beside her. She turns naturally into my arms, letting me hold her in a way that’s so natural it almost hurts. I kiss the top of her head, and she sighs, the last of the tension draining out of her.
Now this right here is something I could live in forever.
HAPPRIHENSIVE
happiness + apprehensive
