He leans in.“Then I’ll just have to make you ready.”
His fingers glide over my skin, along my back, down my arm, across my thighs.I was ready the whole time.I just didn’t want to make it too easy for him.
Then he reaches over and opens the drawer beside the bed.
“Oh, you have a condom?”
“I told you I had some at home.”
“Yeah, well, maybe you need to be more prepared at work.”
He chuckles, but there’s a flicker of seriousness in his eyes.“We have to be careful.”
He’s right.We do have to be careful.But it doesn’t shift the mood for me.
I watch as he rolls the condom on, slow and precise, and then he holds himself steady as I straddle him, lowering myself onto him inch by inch.He’s thick and long, and it’s been a long while since my last hookup, so I take my time, adjusting, breathing through the tightness.When I finally sink all the way down, the sensation steals my breath, the fullness overwhelming.Our eyes hold each other’s as we still for a second, taking this in.This is the moment we’ve been building toward.It feels monumental.My hands are shaking slightly as I brace them on his chest, the world narrowing.
I watch his face, then glance down to where our bodies join.The sight of it is so intimate, like we were made for this.Then I look back up, meeting his eyes again.And I move.It sends sparks up my spine.
I set the pace.Starting slow and steady, rolling my hips until I find the rhythm that drives him wild.Every move sends waves of pleasure all the way to my toes.The friction is amazing, the angle perfect, and I find myself already climbing toward another orgasm.It’s nice to feel his body react beneath mine.
But halfway through, he flips me over, making me gasp.
His pace shifts, rougher now, more desperate.His hands are either side of my head, caging me in.
He bends one of my knees up toward my chest, changing the angle, hitting deeper.
“Oh, God.Brant…”
“I know,” he grits out.“I feel it.Feel how close you are.”
Every thrust is hard, like he knows my body better than I do, like he can read every breath, every moan, every silent plea.We hold each other’s gaze, neither of us wanting to look away.Both of us wanting to watch the other fall apart.
The tension coils in my spine, pressure building.My nails dig into his shoulders, raking down his back, and he hisses but doesn’t slow.If anything, he drives into me harder.
“Please.More…” I gasp.
“I’ve got you,” he promises, and one hand slides between us as he rubs my clit.The angle, the touch on my sensitive clit, and the intense way he’s looking at me has my orgasm cresting.
“Come,” he growls, and I feel it low in my core.
I moan out his name, and he rasps mine in return.“Rae.”
The way he saysRaeblooms something unexpected in my chest.
My heart swells as we come apart together, both moaning and holding on tighter.
“Fuck,” he breathes, trying to catch his breath.
“Yeah—” I start, but he cuts me off with a kiss, and it’s so soft and tender, the opposite of how rough we fucked.And the gentleness undoes me more than anything else.
We stay like that for a long moment.Neither of us moves or speaks, just breathing hard.I don’t want this moment to end.Because once it does, we have to face what just happened.What it means.How everything just changed.
Slowly, he pulls out, heads to the bathroom to clean up, and then slides back into bed beside me, pulling me into the same position we started in.
His arms wrap around me.His chest rises and falls, warm and solid against my cheek.And before long, I drift off again, safe and spent in his arms.
I wake to the smell of bacon and something buttery, maybe garlic.For a second, I think I'm still hazy from sleep and the aftershocks of earlier, but then I hear movement in the kitchen.
