Fox chuckled, kissing hisway down my neck.
Everything about this wasperfect. Slow, easy, like we’d been doing this for years and relaxing aroundeach other was the most natural thing in the world.
Fox’s fingers curled around myhand where it was gripping the sheets above my head, easing my painfully tighthold and then linking our fingers together. His thumb stroked along the outsideof mine, bigger, stronger, callused hand making me feel safer than I ever had.
Could I just keep holdinghis hand? Always? My whole life seemed so much easier when Fox was withinhand-holding distance.
The first long, slow thrustsent a hot wave of pleasure rippling out to the edge of my senses, the pit ofmy stomach throbbing with need. How was Fox not fucking me like his lifedepended on it? How could he holdback?
“How’s that?” he asked,breath tickling my ear as he thrust again, just as slow and steady, pressing anopen-mouthed kiss to the back of my neck.
“Good,” I gasped, clenchingaround him again, rocking my own hips against the mattress. My cock was leakingsteadily between my stomach and the sheets, a wet patch forming under me.
Was that embarrassing? Ididn’tcare. As long as Fox kept doing what he was doing, I was happy.
Fox hummed into my ear,sliding his hand down again and easing it under me, brushing the length of mycock with one fingertip. My hips jerked, and the movement made Fox’s cock hit myprostate head-on, another sudden spike of pleasure leaving my head spinning.
He barely seemed to notice,building a slow, easy rhythm that he clearly could have stuck to for hours. Themattress springs creaked under us, the wind rustled the shrubs outside thewindow, our breathing fell into sync with each other. All coming together asone peaceful song, the quiet, comfortable pleasure of justbeingtogether.
This was the way couples who’d been togetherfor years made love, I thought. Not all the time, but sometimes. It wasn’tabout the sex, it was about the closeness, the feeling of being so intimatelyconnected, of beingonewith each other.
That was why I’d wanted it.
Maybe that was even why I’d wanted it withFox,scaryas that thought was.
“Everything you imagined?”Fox asked after a while, still rocking into me, aching need building in mybelly as he kept up the perfect, relentless pace.
“So much more,” I murmured,breathless. I’d thought about this dozens of times, imagined how cared for I’dfeel, how special and worthwhile, and nothing I’d come up with compared. Foxwasn’t a dream come true, he was better.
Fox’s hips jerked as thoughthat was exactly what he wanted to hear.
I could give him more. Ifthis was what hewanted, then I was happy to do it for him. He wasalready doing so much for me.
“You feel so good,” Igasped, breathless. “So fuckinggood, Fox. I had no idea sexcould be like this.”
All of which was true. I’d never imaginedit’d be this different with another person, and I’d never be able to give it upnow.
Fox pressed wet kissesagainst the back of my shoulder and my neck, teeth scraping against the skinthere, his hips speeding up a fraction. Sparks bounced around my insides at thenew pace, my hips moving to meet Fox’s, each of us urging the other on.
“Harder,” I demanded, voicerough. I was done with singing for a few days. I wouldn’t need it.
I could make all the noise Iwanted.
“Harder, Fox,” I begged,grunting as Fox pressed more of his weight on top of me, one hand curlingaround my hip to hold me still, the other finally,finallygripping mycock, the sudden friction making a strangled moan catch in my throat.
The whole bed rocked withevery thrust now, Fox pounding into me, hard and deep, deeper than I’d ever managedwith a toy, the low ache of arousal building and building with every stroke. Mythighs tensed, and my stomach clenching made Fox moan into my ear, the soundraw and obscene and so perfect that I wanted to pluck this moment out of the airand save it forever, revisit it often.
I’d never need to come upwith a different fantasy again. It’d always be Fox now, panting into my ear,broken moans spilling from his incredible lips, his body pinning me down, cockpounding into me. This was it. Better than the best I’d imagined, so good Icould hardly believe it was happening.
“Quinn,” Fox moaned in myear, breathless, his voice breaking. “Ohfuck.”
He sounded wrecked anddesperate, like this was the besthe’dever had, too,and that seemed so unlikely, but I believed it. Right now, in this moment, Ibelievedit, believed that this was it for Fox, too, that there was really somethingspecial and magical happening between us right now.
It felt like it. Sex couldn’talwaysbe this good orno one would ever do anything else.
Fox was different.
Wewere different.
