Then I eased off, letting her catch her breath.
Leaning down, I pressed a kiss to her stomach. Felt her muscles jump under my mouth.
When she finally looked at me her eyes were glassy, unfocused, still coming back to herself. I pulled my fingers free slowly and brought them to my mouth without looking away from her.
She watched me do it. Her lips parted. Then she sat up and kissed me. Once she moaned at the taste of herself still on my tongue, I knew I was done for.
My control snapped.
I stripped my shirt off, and hers followed, leaving her in just a sports bra. The rest was a blur of movement. I carried her to the bedroom. Grabbed a condom. Rolled it on without taking my eyes off her.
I knew this wasn’t exactly “healthy.” We were two train wrecks held together by damaged families. My mother in a hospital bed—because of me, a needling voice reminded. Her father leaving marks she’d carry forever. Darragh tightening his grip around both our throats. We were using each other to drown out the noise of our own lives. Therapy would have been the logical choice. There were smarter ways to handle all of it.
But she was the only one that would work.
“You sure about this, doll?” I pushed a stray hair from her forehead.
She nodded. “I trust you.”
The words were a tether and I didn’t deserve them.But I was going to keep them anyway.I’d broken her trust before, shut her out, let her drown in her own anxiety. I’d never do that to her again.
I guided myself to her entrance and pushed in slowly. At first she tensed up, the foreign feeling and fear not unlearned yet from her little body. I pressed my lips to her temple. Her cheek. The corner of her mouth.
“I’m right here, baby,” I murmured against her skin. “Breathe.”
She exhaled deeply as I pushed in farther. I felt her walls stretch and grip and pull me deeper like her body already knew me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, burying her face in the crook of my shoulder. I groaned as she tightened around me, taking every inch.
When I was fully seated, I felt like I was going to vibrate out of my own skin. I stayed still letting her breathe through it but my restraint was fraying at this point.
Forcing myself to hold back, I placed a gentle kiss on her lips to distract myself. And when she nodded after a few minutes, I pulled back and drove in again.
Fuck.
She didn’t protest as she let out those tiny, sharp moans right in my ear that made me want to lose my mind. I hooked my hands under herthighs, pulling her closer into each thrust so I could go deeper, hitting the back of her little pussy as she choked on her breath each time.
“Feel good, baby doll?” I rasped.
She nodded frantically, unable to form words. I watched her face, the way it was flushed and beautiful in the dim light.
“Mhmm, I bet it does.”
Her second orgasm snuck up on her and I felt it before she did. I held her legs against my chest, changing the angle to grind deeper into her.
“Tristian,” she breathed out, broken and desperate as I ground in deeper.
“Right there?” I did it again. Felt her clench and squirm as a dark smile crossed my lips. “Yeah. Right there.”
I threw my head back, my breath coming in jagged bursts. Her hand rested on my stomach, her little hand pushing against my lower abdomen.
“Too much, baby?” I muttered, though I didn’t slow down, wanting to drive her over the edge.
“It’s so deep,” she whined.
“But this is what you wanted... unless you want me to stop?”
She arched her body into mine. “Not… yet…” she whispered.
I chuckled as I hooked her legs over my shoulders and gripped her waist with both hands. I felt her completely open up, no resistance left, nothing between us, just heat and slick and the obscene sounds of me driving into her at this angle that had her seeing stars.
