She stops. Looks up at me.
"I want to look at you."
Her breath hitches.
I push the blouse off her shoulders. Reach behind her and unhook her bra. Let it fall. She's bare from the waist up, and she's not hiding from me, not crossing her arms, not looking away. She lets me see her.
I trace the line of her ribs with my fingertip. Down to her waist. The soft curve of her hip above the waistband of her trousers.
"You're beautiful," I say.
She reaches up and touches my face. Her thumb runs along the line of my jaw.
I unfasten her trousers and pull them down slowly. Her underwear with them. She kicks them off, and she's nakedbeneath me, and my whole body tightens, blood rushing south so fast my head swims.
I kiss her throat. Her chest. The valley between her breasts. I take one nipple in my mouth and suck gently, and she arches into me with a gasp.
I work my way down. Her ribs. Her stomach. Her hip bone, where I bite lightly, and she makes a sound that goes straight to my cock.
I settle between her thighs and put my mouth on her.
She cries out. Her hand flies to my hair, gripping. I'm slow about it, taking my time. No rush. No urgency. Just the taste of her and the sounds she makes and the way her thighs tremble against my ears.
I lick into her with long, flat strokes. Her hips roll against my mouth, and I press my hand to her stomach to hold her still. She's wet. Soaked. I groan against her, and the vibration makes her jerk.
I slide two fingers inside her. She clenches around me, hot and tight, and I curl them against that spot that makes her back arch off the bed.
"William." My name, broken. Desperate.
I keep going. Working her with my mouth and my fingers until she's shaking, until her hand is pulling my hair hard enough to hurt, until her thighs clamp and her stomach goes rigid under my palm.
She comes apart. The sound she makes fills the room, raw and open, my name spilling out of her like she can't hold it back. Her whole body shakes, and I work her through it, gentling my tongue as the aftershocks roll through her.
I kiss the inside of her thigh. Her hip. Work my way back up her body until I'm hovering over her.
Her eyes are dark. Blown. She reaches for my belt, and this time I let her.
She pushes my trousers and boxers down and wraps her hand around me, and I hiss through my teeth. I'm hard enough that it hurts, the blood pounding, the head swollen and leaking against her palm.
"Now," she says. "I need you now."
I push inside her.
We both go still.
Her eyes find mine. Hold. Nothing between us. No walls. No strategy. No performance. Just this.
I start to move. Slow. Deep. Watching her face. The way her lips part with each thrust. The way her eyes flutter closed and open again, finding mine, holding on.
I drop my forehead to hers. Close my eyes. Feel her body move with mine.
I pull almost all the way out and push back in, and she gasps and wraps her legs around me, her heels pressing into the small of my back.
"Harder," she breathes.
I give her harder. Drive into her until the headboard hits the wall, until her nails rake down my back and her teeth find my shoulder, and the sting of it keeps me right here, right now, inside this moment.
I reach between us and find her clit. Circle it with my thumb while I thrust into her, and she breaks. Her body clamps down around me, her walls squeezing me so tightly I can barely breathe, and the sound that comes out of her is nothing she'd ever let anyone else hear.
