He rolls his hips again. “This feels so good,” he murmurs. “Can we stay like this forever? I’m serious. Don’t move. Ever again.”
“Not possible,” I say.
“Not with that attitude.” I can hear the grin in his voice when he faces away from me. “You’rehardto wake up to, y’know? A man could get addicted.”
I caress his jaw, turning him to face me, just so I can kiss him again before he can keep talking.
He hums in approval and sinks back into my arms, fully awake now, fully himself, fully the problem I’m never walking away from.
Stan kisses me back, moaning so loud this time, and dragging me into it.
He has to feel it. How bad I want him. How hard I am, twitching inside him. How the night we had never really ended.
“Ocean Eyes, move. I want us to come together.”
I hold his hips, then thrust forward.
He gasps, his fingers digginginto my forearm.
“You want more, Stan?”
He nods. “Yeah, I woke up wanting you bad. Do something about it.”
“That’s a dangerous thing to say to me.”
“Great,” he says. “I like danger. I watched you fuck me through a mirror last night. I’m clearly beyond help.”
He arches back into me, hips pushing into my hold like he’s offering me the entire morning. I want him for way longer than that. I want him all day, all night. Forever.
“I’m right here, babe,” he whispers. “Ready to be used, to be claimed, to be all yours.”
That does it. That breaks whatever restraint I thought I had.
I pull him in closer and press my mouth to the side of his throat. His body answers with a shiver that hits my heart. I guide his hips. He follows instantly.
“Yeah. Like that, babe,” he says between shivers. “Oh god, don’t stop.”
His body moves. A slow draw in. A deeper sink. His breath breaks. Mine does too.
The sheets tangle around our legs. My arm’s locked around his waist, pulling him in. His hand claws up my bicep. My other hand spreads his cheek up, keeping him open for me.
“More.”
Fuck, he’s so demanding.
“Please.”
He has no idea what he’s begging for.
There’s nothing I want more than to ruin him, but he just woke up, and we have a whole day ahead of us. I can’t have him limping in the shower, in the mess hall, or the MedBay. So I whisper, “Patience, Stan.”
He shivers so hard it rocks bothof us.
Our rhythm finds itself. The bed creaks under our weight. His nails keep digging into my arm. His hips meet mine in a steady climb, bringing me closer to release.
I hold him through every second. The sounds of my hips smacking his ass fills our room, echoing off the cabin walls. Over and over again, it’s all I hear, along with the sweet, desperate sounds he makes for me.
I keep going until his voice breaks around a shattered cry. So does my control.
