I start to panic, pulling her up immediately, but her thighs lock around me.
"No. No." she whimpers. "It's good. So fucking good. Don't you dare."
I hold still, every muscle shaking, and take her word for it, even though the way she's trembling on top of me has my heart hammering.
She pulls back and slams her hips forward again.
"God! Ohfuck!" She screams and I am hanging on by the thinnest possible thread, two pumps in, because she fits around me like she was made for exactly this and I can feel her fluttering and squeezing and I'm not going to survive this.
"Don't worry." She moans, pulling me closer. "It feels amazing. I can take it." Her eyes find mine. "I can take you."
Blaire's nails scratch down the back of my neck, and a shiver runs the full length of my spine.
I nearly lose it completely.
A wicked smile spreads across her face. She knows exactly what she just did. Before I can recover, she does it again, slower this time, watching my face fall apart.
"Fuck." My head falls back and I stop moving altogether because I have no choice. "I'm not going to last if you keep doing that, baby."
"So, stop me," she says, and does it again with another slam of her hips.
"Blaire."
"Michael."
I breathe through my nose and think about baseball stats. Grandpa's balls the time I walked in on him in the shower at fourteen. Anything. Everything. The full catalogue of unsexy thoughts I have available to me.
She runs her fingers through my hair, gentle now, giving me mercy I didn't ask for.
"You feel…fuck Blaire," I manage.
"So do you," she says softly.
She starts to move again. Slow at first, finding the rhythm, and then I loop my arms under her knees, spread her legs wider and start to rut up into her. This new angle is going to be the end of me, and I can only hope she's close.
"Ben." Her voice has gone tight. "I'm gonna come. Right there. God, right —thereeeee—"
Her whole body locks up. That vice around me gets impossibly tighter.
"Fuck.Fuck, Blaire—" My vision goes white. My eyes roll back. I come so hard my grip on her thighs is going to leave marks. I cannot bring myself to care even a little. We tremble through it together, both of us wrecked, until I fall backward and pull her with me. She lands on my chest, and neither of us moves for a long moment.
"That was—" I whisper.
"That it was." She's still catching her breath. A beat of silence, and then: "I'm going to need to amend my contract, Bennet."
I smile at the ceiling. "Yeah? What's the amendment?"
"This." She lays her cheek my chest. "At least three times a week. Non-negotiable."
"I can accept these terms." I pull her further up my chest so I can see her face properly. "I'm being serious, though. I know this has an expiration date attached to it, and we can cross that bridge when we get there. But I meant what I said." I brush her hair back. "I want to be your sun."
She looks at me for a long moment with something in her eyes that is new and unguarded and entirely hers.
"You already are, Bennet," she says.
***
Blaire has been asleep for a couple of hours. She's also been snoring like a freight train, which is the most unexpectedly endearing thing I've ever witnessed.
