“Do we need to take a break?”
“No. Let’s just move this to the bed.”
“Okay. Hold on.”
I cross the room. “Oh god, that feels so weird,” she says against my beard. “I can feel like every inch of you moving. Stay inside.”
“Don’t let go.”
I kneel on the bed and feel myself slipping out of her tight, wet grip. She holds on, long enough for me to deposit us on the covers and pick up the pace right where we left off. Her laughter quickly turns to something else. I realize I like the sound of her laugh as much as I like the sound of her moans.
She kisses me again as I pound in and out. Soon all the humor is gone and she’s back to begging. She claws at my shoulders. I rear back, grab the backs of her thighs and push her knees to her chest. I need to go deep. I need her to know that I'm not fucking around. I mean business. If she decides to stay, it can be all this and more. I'll learn her body, learn what she really needs.
I shut off my mind before those thoughts go any further. She's coming.
She doesn't say my name. Just whimpers an “Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” as her head digs back into the pillows.
I don't let up. I pull her legs together and put them over my right shoulder. I dig deeper, pound harder. Her hands find my forearms. I feel her clenching around me, bearing down. I feel her coming again on my lap.
I don't let up.
She makes a strangled noise. She arches hard against me. There's more. Her juices soak my balls. I can't hold on any longer. I come my fucking brains out. When I come back to my senses, I gently ease out of her body and slide onto the bed beside her. She's still trembling. After I ditch the condom in the bedside trash can, I look her up and down, carefully gauging how and where I can touch her. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close. She rolls into me and buries her head in my chest.
We’re both quiet for a long time. I'm looking at her. Her eyes are closed. We both need a second. I consider what else I need and how long I can wait to get an answer. I try to give her the time she needs.
She scoots closer. I run my fingers through her hair. I kiss her face. She turns her head and kisses my mouth.
When she pulls away she buries her nose in my chest hair. I get it. She's not in the mood for eye contact.
“I can't remember the last time I came that hard,” she says.
“I try not to oversell it,” I say.
“You didn't.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. I can feel the drop coming. Or maybe the opposite. I can't stay in this bed much longer. I need to know. “So.”
She glances up at me. “So.”
“What would you like to do?”
“Don't want to give a girl much time to think, do you?”
I keep my mouth shut because I know whatever I say will make her think I have anger issues again. She reaches up and runs her fingers over my shoulder. She's looking at my tattoo. It's not small.
“One week, right?”
“Yeah.”
She doesn’t say anything. I'm not in the mood for a stalemate.
“I thought we had a deal. Tell me what you’re thinking,” I say.
“Can I get a few rainchecks worked into our deal? I’ll tell you, but just not right now. Okay?” I think about what she’s going through. Why she’s here.
“Yeah. I think that’s pretty fair.”
“I want to stay,” she says. “I’ll come back up the mountain with you.”
