“I don’t have any.”
I almost laugh. “Me neither.”
I pull her top up and off, and then she’s bare beneath me. I stop for a second to look at her - the pale curves of her breasts, the way she’s watching me watch her, the flush spreading down her chest.
“Mateo.”
“Yeah.”
I put my mouth on her.
She arches off the bed and claps her hand over her own mouth, remembering at the last second, and I smile against her skin before I close my lips around her nipple and suck. She tastes like soap and something else - just her, underneath everything - and I taste her slowly, tongue and teeth. I use the flat of my palm on her other breast, until she’s trembling underneath me and making sounds she can’t quite muffle.
“Please,” she whispers. “Please, I need-”
“I know what you need.”
I pull back long enough to get her pajama bottoms down her legs, and she lifts her hips to help me, impatient, and then we’re both naked – she’s spread out beneath me.
“Condom?”
“Nightstand. Left drawer.”
I fumble for it, tear the foil with my teeth, and roll it on while she watches me. Then I’m over her again, the head of my cock pressing against her, and she’s so wet.
Then I’m inside her.
Her eyes go wide. My forehead drops to hers.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“Quiet,” she whispers back, and the laugh in her voice makes me want to ruin her.
I push in deeper.
ELIDA
He fills me completely. He’s perfect.
I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him deeper, and he groans into my shoulder.
“Shh,” I say, and I feel his smile against my skin.
“Then stop doing that.”
“Stop what?”
“Being-” He thrusts, shallow, experimental. “That.”
I bite my lip and tilt my hips, and he gets the message. He starts moving - slow at first, controlled, the same discipline he’s been learning on the ice translated into something else entirely. But I don’t want controlled. I want desperate.
“Faster,” I whisper.
“Elida-”
“Russo.” I put my hands on his hips and guide him. “I won’t break.”
His restraint fractures.
