"You know where the data points are. I know the road." I hold her gaze. "Split the work."
She looks at me for another moment. Then she nods, once, the way she does when she's decided something.
"Okay," she says. "Yes."
She leads me to the bedroom, looking at me the way she looks at something she's been thinking about for a long time and is finally getting her hands on.
"You're not a quiet person," she says. "In general. Are you?"
"No."
She laughs and comes up on her toes to kiss me. Her hands find my collar, and I pull her in.
She gets my shirt off, and I get hers. We're on the bed. Her hands are on me, and I stop thinking in complete sentences.
She's warm. That's the first thing. Warm, her hands everywhere. When I get my mouth on her neck, she makes asound that does something specific to my ability to pace this the way I intended.
I get her out of the rest of her clothes and sit back and look at her. She lets me. She doesn't cover herself or rush me along. She just looks back, chin up, like she's waiting to see what I do with the information.
I take my time.
I get my mouth on her collarbone, her shoulder, the soft skin below her ear that made her gasp the first time. Makes her gasp again now. I work down. Her breasts fit my hands. She arches into it when I get my mouth on her nipple and says yes, her fingers pushing into my hair. I suck, and she tightens her grip. Her hips shift underneath me, restless, looking for friction she's not getting yet. I move to the other side. She makes a low frustrated sound.
"Ross."
I keep going.
Her stomach tightens under my mouth when I move down. Her breath changes, shorter and faster. I drag it out, mouth at her hip, the soft inside of her thigh, deliberately not where she wants me yet. Her thighs fall open.
"Please." Not patient anymore.
I get my mouth on her. She grabs the sheets with both hands. She's wet and she tastes good. I take my time, tongue flat and slow at first, learning what makes her hips roll and what makes her thighs clamp around my head. I find the spot that makes her back come off the bed and I stay there, steady, relentless, two fingers pushing inside her while I work her clit. She rides my hand and stops saying anything coherent at all.
"Don't stop," she manages. "Right there, I'm going to—"
I don't stop.
She comes with her thighs locked around my head, my name on her lips, her hands in my hair pulling hard enough to sting.I work her through it until she's shaking and oversensitive and dragging at my shoulders.
"Up here," she says, breathless. "Now. I need you now."
I kiss my way back up her body. She makes an impatient sound and gets her hand around my cock and strokes. My breath goes out of me hard. She's still shaking from coming and she's doing that. I get my fingers back inside her. She's tight and soaked and clenches around me immediately.
"There," she breathes. "Don't stop."
I work her open, slow, two fingers curling until she's rolling her hips against my hand. Her voice drops lower and rougher with every stroke. She gets close again fast, thighs shaking, hand still working my cock. I let her get right to the edge before I pull my fingers out.
She makes a sound that is almost outraged.
"Now," she says. "Ross. Right now."
I push inside her.
She goes completely quiet. Three full seconds, the longest she's been quiet since I met her. Then she exhales hard, wraps her legs around me, pulls me deeper. I groan into her neck because she's tight and warm.
I set a pace. She matches it immediately, hips lifting to meet mine, hands at my back pulling me deeper. I get my arm under her hips and change the angle. She digs her nails into my shoulders and says yes, exactly like that. I give her exactly like that, hard and steady, until the headboard is hitting the wall and she's stopped being able to form words.
She gets loud. I find out I like that. Every sound she makes chips away at my ability to hold back. I stop trying. I just fuck her, deep and hard. She takes all of it and asks for more.
