Sloane kissed her through the aftershocks, soft licks and gentle presses of lips until Reese’s trembling eased. Then she crawled back up, gathering Reese close, foreheads touching again as their breathing slowly synced.
Reese’s arms wrapped around her, holding tight. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispered, voice raw. “Not just your body. You.”
Sloane pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, then her temple. “Me too,” she said simply.
They stayed like that for a long moment. Skin to skin, hearts pounding in tandem before Reese’s hand slid down Sloane’s side, fingers tracing the curve of her hip with the same careful wonder.
“My turn,” Reese murmured, eyes soft and dark with promise. “Let me show you how much I’ve wanted you.”
Sloane smiled, small and sure.
Reese shifted above her, settling between Sloane’s thighs with a slow, deliberate grace that made Sloane’s pulse stutter. No rush, no fumbling, just the even weight of Reese’s body pinning her gently to the mattress, one hand braced beside Sloane’s head, the other sliding down her side in a single, possessive stroke.
Sloane had pictured this too many times: Reese’s green eyes locked on hers, that quiet command in her voice, the way she’d take without asking because she already knew Sloane wanted to be taken. The fantasy had always ended with Sloane surrendering completely, and now it was happening, authentic, warm, and overwhelming.
Reese’s mouth found hers again, deep and unhurried, but there was new purpose in the kiss. When she pulled back, her thumb brushed Sloane’s lower lip, parting it slightly. “Tell me what you need,” Reese said, voice low, almost a command. This was the version of Reese who dominated races, who handled a car like no one else. She was handling Sloane now.
Sloane’s breath caught. She’d spent months dodging this exact vulnerability, but the words came anyway, soft and honest. “I need you to fuck me. Like you’ve been waiting to. Like I’ve been yours all along.”
Reese’s eyes darkened, a flicker of something fierce and tender crossing her face. She didn’t speak, just leaned down and kissed Sloane’s throat, then lower, teeth grazing the sensitive skin above her collarbone in a gentle bite that made Sloane arch. Reese’s hand continued its path, cupping one breast, thumb circling the nipple until it ached, then sliding down her stomach, over her hip, between her legs. God, she was good at this.
Sloane was already soaked, embarrassingly so, and when Reese’s fingers finally began to explore, she let out a broken sound she couldn’t hold back.
Reese paused, forehead resting against Sloane’s, breathing her in. “You’ve been thinking about this,” she murmured. It wasn’t a question. Her fingers circled Sloane’s clit once, twice, light enough to tease, firm enough to promise. “About me touching you here. About me inside you.”
“Yes,” Sloane whispered, hips lifting into the touch, searching for more. But Reese wasn’t ready to give it. “God, yes.”
Reese kissed her again—harder this time—as two fingers slid inside, curling on the first slow thrust to find that perfect spot. Sloane’s hands flew to Reese’s shoulders, nails digging in as pleasure spiked sharp and bright. Reese didn’t speed up. She set a stable, deep rhythm, thumb pressing rhythmic circles over Sloane’s clit, each stroke building the heat without mercy. Sloane loved every second of this. She loved Reese fucking her.
It was exactly what Sloane had fantasized. Reese in control, focused, unrelenting, but never cruel. Every movement felt deliberate, like Reese was memorizing her—how she clenched, how she gasped, how her thighs trembled when the angle shifted just right because it was so dizzyingly good.
“Look at me,” Reese said quietly.
Sloane’s eyes fluttered open. Reese was watching her with raw intensity, like nothing else existed. The sight of it, Reese above her, inside her, claiming her so completely, tipped Sloane over the edge faster than she expected.
The orgasm hit like a slow wave at first, then crashed. Her body tightened around Reese’s fingers, her back bowing, a soft, helpless cry tearing from her throat. Reese didn’t stop. She kept the rhythm through every pulse, drawing it out until Sloane was shaking, oversensitive, clinging to her like she’d fall apart without the anchor.
When the aftershocks finally eased, Reese eased her fingers free, pressing soft kisses along Sloane’s jaw, her temple, thecorner of her mouth. She gathered Sloane close, rolling them so they lay side by side, limbs tangled, hearts pounding in sync.
Sloane buried her face in Reese’s neck, breathing her in—sweat, skin, the faint trace of champagne still on her.
“I’ve wanted that for so long,” Reese whispered, voice raw. “You. Like that.”
“Me too,” Sloane said. “And I’m not done wanting you.” Reese’s arms tightened around her.
They stayed wrapped together, quiet now, the room settling into a warm, sated hush. Sloane felt something shift inside her. It wasn’t just release, but relief. Like a door she’d kept locked for months had finally swung open, and on the other side was Reese, waiting. And it made her so incredibly happy.
Reese traced lazy circles on Sloane’s lower back, the touch so light and soothing. Sloane nestled closer, her cheek pressed to Reese’s shoulder, listening to the consistent thump of her heartbeat slow from frantic to calm.
“I used to lie awake thinking about this,” Reese murmured into Sloane’s hair, voice hushed like she was afraid to break the quiet. “Not just the sex. Just … you falling asleep next to me. Hoping I’d wake up and you’d still be here.”
Sloane smiled against her skin, true and unguarded. “I thought about it too, even if I didn’t want to admit it. I’d tell myself it was safer to keep the distance, but every time you looked at me across a room, I’d imagine this exact thing—your arms around me, no more pretending we weren’t heading here.”
Reese’s fingers paused, then resumed their slow path. “No more pretending,” she echoed softly. “I like the sound of that.”
A comfortable silence settled between them, broken only by the faint hum of the hotel air-conditioning and their matched breathing. Sloane felt the last of the tension drain from her body, replaced by a deep, bone-level warmth she hadn’t known she was missing.
“Stay,” she whispered, the word slipping out before she could second-guess it. “All night. Don’t go.”
