I strip out of my clothes with lightning speed, tossing everything on the floor before I peel her out of her own. Every brush of my fingertips against her skin makes her shiver, every stolen kiss just builds the heat between us.
When she's finally naked, I take a minute to look at her. Really look. The way she shifts on the bed and parts her creamy thighs, the flush spreading over her chest, the way she's looking at me like she wants to devour me.
“You're staring,” she says.
“Can't help myself. You're fucking beautiful.”
Something flickers in her eyes at that. Her gaze softens and it feels…more real. For the first time. No walls, noarmor.
Just us.
“Bronx...” she whispers.
But before I can respond, she pulls me down to her, crushing her lips to mine. This time the kiss is different. Deeper. Like she's letting me in instead of just taking what she wants.
Our tongues tangle and coil, heat flooding my insides as she grinds against my cock.
My greedy hellcat.
My hands map every inch of her body. I know what makes her gasp, what makes her arch against me, what makes her whimper and murmur my name. When I slide two fingers inside of her, she's already wet and ready.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I groan against her throat.
“Don't stop,” she rasps as I drive them deeper, moving them faster, dragging them against her clit.
“Wasn't planning to. I’ve got all fucking night, princess.”
I work her with my fingers, my thumb circling her clit, until she's panting and rocking against my hand. But when she starts to tighten around me, I pull back.
“Oh no, princess,” I say. “Not until I say so.”
“Bronx, I swear to God?—”
“What? You'll kill me?” I position myself between her thighs, the head of my cock bobbing against her plump pussy lips. “It’d be worth it.”
I lower myself on top of her and thrust into her slick heat, a groan slipping from my lips because she feels so fucking incredible stretched around me.
Every clench of her muscles drives me closer to the edge of sanity where I’m already so damn close to losing my mind and myself in her.
“Fuck me, Bronx,” she says, driving her nails into my back. “Please. I want you to make me come.”
“So impatient,” I say, smoothing her hair away from her face.
Her lips quirk. “Always.”
I move slow at first, savoring the way she feels around me, the way her frenzied hands clutch me as I fuck her with long, deep strokes. But when she wraps her legs tighter around my waist, urging me deeper, to move faster, I lose what shred control I had left.
Our bodies rock together, perfectly connected and in sync. The rhythm builds between us, fierce and desperate. She meets me thrust for thrust, and her body wildly writhing beneath me.
“Come for me,” I command, sliding a hand between us to circle her clit. “Let me feel you all over my cock.”
“Oh God, Bronx…” she cries out.
She comes hard, back arching off the bed, tremors assaulting her body. The sight and sound of her falling apart pushes me over the edge. Streaks of white light blast behind my eyelids as the orgasm rumbles through me, shooting out to the head of my dick, filling her with everything I have.
I collapse next to her, and time stops. We lie there tangled and twisted together, breathing hard, our skin pebbled with sweat. She's curled into my side, and for once she doesn't immediately run or try to put distance between us.
“Damn. That was...” she starts, then trails off.
