“Yeah.”
“Then let me take care of you tonight.”
I sank down onto him slow. Inch by inch, letting my pussy stretch around his dick, feeling every bit of him filling me up until I was sitting flush in his lap with him buried so deep I could feel him in my stomach. We both exhaled at the same time, his hands on my hips tightening, my nails pressing into his shoulders.
“Shit, Mehar.” His voice cracked on my name and his fingers dug into my waist. “You feel so fucking good. Every single time.”
I started to move. Slow at first, grinding on him in circles, lifting just enough for him to feel the drag and then sinking back down until he was all the way inside me again. The fire was throwing shadows across us and I could see our reflection in the dark window behind the couch, my body rising and falling on top of his, his hands pulling me down onto him, both of us moving together in a rhythm that felt older than us.
“Look at me,” I said.
His eyes opened and locked on mine and I rode him harder, lifting higher, dropping down with more force, and the sound ofmy pussy taking his dick was loud and wet in the quiet room, mixing with the pop and hiss of the fire. His jaw was clenched so tight I could see the muscle flexing and his breathing was ragged and his hands couldn’t stay still, moving from my hips to my ass to my breasts to my face like he was trying to touch all of me at once.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, and it came out rough and broken, not a compliment but a confession. “You know what you do to me? You know what this pussy does to me?”
“Show me.”
He grabbed my hips and started driving up into me from underneath, hard and deep, matching my rhythm and then taking it over. I braced my hands on his chest and let him fuck me from below with a force that knocked the air out of my lungs and made my thighs tremble and I didn’t try to control it. I let him have the pace. I let him take what he needed because tonight wasn’t about who was on top or who was in charge. It was about two people pouring everything they had into each other because the world outside was trying to tear them apart.
“Right there,” I gasped. “Don’t stop, Quest. Right there, right there, right there.”
“I’m right here, Peach. I got you.” He pulled me down against his chest and wrapped one arm around my back and used the other hand to grip my ass and hold me open while he drove his dick up into me so deep I screamed against his neck. “You feel that? You feel how deep I am? That’s where I belong. Inside you. This is mine.”
“It’s yours. All of it. It’s yours.”
“This pussy is mine.”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“This pussy is yours, Quest.”
He groaned and his whole body shuddered and he flipped me onto my back on the rug without pulling out. The fire was hot on my skin and the rug was soft underneath me and Quest was above me, his weight pinning me down, his dick still buried inside me, his forehead pressed against mine. He started stroking slow and deep, long pulls that made me feel every inch of him leaving and coming back, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him deeper because I wanted him in places nobody had ever been.
“I need this,” he said against my mouth. “I need you. You hear me? Everything else can burn. I don’t care. As long as I got this, as long as I got you, I’ll rebuild the rest.”
“You got me. I’m not going anywhere.”
He picked up the pace and I matched him, lifting my hips to meet every stroke, and the orgasm started building low in my belly and spreading outward through my thighs and up through my chest. He could feel it too because my pussy was tightening around his dick with every thrust and he was groaning with every stroke like the feeling of me clenching on him was unraveling something inside him that he’d been holding together all day.
“Let go, Peach. I want to feel you come on this dick.”
I came so hard my back arched off the rug and my vision went white and I grabbed his arms and held on while my whole body locked up and pulsed around him. He watched my face while I came and something in his expression broke open, something raw and unguarded that I’d only seen twice before, and he buried himself deep and came inside me with a groan that vibrated through my chest and a grip on my hips that I’d feel for days.
We lay there on the rug in front of the fire breathing hard and tangled up and sweating. His face was in my neck and his hand was on my stomach and I could feel his heartbeat slammingagainst my back through his chest. The fire was dying down and the room was getting darker and neither of us moved to fix it.
“Quest.”
“Hmm.”
“Call your sister tomorrow. She needs you even if she won’t say it.”
He pressed his lips against my shoulder. “I will.”
“And stop fighting Mekhi. Every time you two throw hands, you lose a piece of something you’re not getting back.”
He didn’t answer that one. Just pulled me tighter against him and held me on that floor until the fire went out and the room went dark and I fell asleep with his body wrapped around mine and his dick still wet against my thigh and the knowledge that whatever was coming next, we were walking into it together.
