‘Let me,’ she whispers, her breath soft against my face. ‘Let yourself.’
Her hands on my shoulder, it’s like I’m having an out of body experience as I allow her to push me back against the bed. Slipping her legs over my hips, she pushes all breath from my chest as she slides my cock home for a second time.
‘Oh, Rory.’ My name is a sigh as she begins to undulate softly, the ache in my stomach released as my hands find her hips. ‘When will it go away?’
‘Titch?’ My answer is a rasp, my lips dry and my throat hoarse.
‘This. Us.’
Her words, light and pondering, lick at my heart rate. My jaw clenches tight even though I’ve no answer to give, because I want this; now and forever, whatever that means.
‘Don’t,’ I say as she closes her eyes. ‘Keep them open, watch me. Please.’
And she does, her hands against my chest, our bodies colliding in flesh and need. Above me, Fin throws her head back, my name on her lips part moan, part battle cry as she falls apart and I realise in that moment, that very moment, this woman is something I’ve never wanted and everything I need.
