The taste of her on my lips, the way her breath hitched when she realized—fuck, it nearly undid me. I kissed her harder, deeper, letting her taste herself on my tongue, letting her feel what she did to me. She moaned into my mouth, her hands gripping my shoulders like she was drowning and I was the only thing keeping her afloat.
I pulled back just enough to speak, my voice rough, my control hanging by a thread. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this." My hand slid up her thigh, gripping her hip, pulling her closer. "How many nights I've laid awake thinking about how you'd feel, how you'd sound when I finally got inside you."
Her eyes darkened, her lips parting. "Beckett?—"
"Tell me you want this," I demanded, my voice a growl. "Tell me you want me."
"Please," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I need you. Now."
That was all it took.
I shifted between her thighs, the head of my cock pressing against her. She was wet, so fucking wet, and the first slide of my cock through her folds nearly made me lose it right then. I gripped the base of myself, forcing myself to go slow, to savor this.
Then I pushed inside.
Fuck.
She was tight, so tight, her body stretching around me, gripping me like she never wanted to let go. I groaned, my forehead dropping to hers, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Ellery—fuck?—"
She whimpered, her nails digging into my back, her body arching up to meet mine. I could feel her, all of her—heat, pressure, the way her body pulsed around me like she was made for this, made for me.
I wanted to move. I wanted to fuck her hard, to lose myself in her, but I forced myself to stay still, to let her adjust. My hands trembled where they gripped her hips, my entire body coiled tight with the effort of holding back.
"Beckett," she breathed, her voice desperate. "Don't stop."
I laughed, low and rough. "I'm not stopping, baby. I'm just... savoring this."
I pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, then pushed back in, deep and sure. The sound she made—somewhere between a gasp and a moan—went straight to my cock.
"God, you feel perfect," I groaned, my voice rough. "So tight, so wet—" I thrust again, slow and deep, watching her face, the way her lips parted, the way her eyes fluttered shut. "You were made for me, Ellery. Fuck."
She whimpered, her hips lifting to meet mine, her body begging for more even as I tried to draw this out. I wanted to memorize every second, every sound, every way her body responded to mine. I wanted to brand this moment into my skin.
I pulled back again, then slid home, my cock buried deep inside her. "You feel that?" I murmured, my lips against her ear. "That's me, Ellery. That's us."
She nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "More," she begged. "I need more."
I groaned, my control slipping. "You're going to be the death of me," I muttered, but I gave her what she wanted.
I started to move, slow and deep, each thrust measured, each one drawing a broken sound from her lips. I could feel her tightening around me, her body coiling, her nails digging into my skin.
I wanted to go faster. I wanted to lose myself in her, to fuck her until neither of us could think straight. But I held back, my hands gripping her hips, my body moving with deliberate slowness. I wanted this to last. I wanted her to feel every second of this, to know that I wasn’t just fucking her—I was worshiping her.
Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling beneath mine. "Beckett—please?—"
I kissed her, swallowing her moans, my tongue tangling with hers as I moved inside her. "I've got you," I promised, my voice rough. "I'm not going anywhere."
Her back arched off the bed, her nails raking down my shoulders as her body clenched around me, tight and perfect. I groaned, my hips stuttering as she came apart beneath me, her breath a broken gasp against my mouth. "Beckett?—"
"Another one," I growled, my voice raw. I didn’t give her time to recover. I flipped her onto her stomach, my hands rough as I pulled her hips up, driving into her from behind. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, sharp and wet, her moans muffled against the sheets. I could feel her trembling, her body already sensitive, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Not when she felt like this—hot, tight, mine.
I gripped her hip with one hand, the other tangling in her hair, pulling just enough to make her gasp. "You take me so fucking well," I groaned, my thrusts harder, deeper, my control unraveling.
The bed creaked beneath us; the headboard knocking against the wall in time with my movements. I could feel the sweat slick between us, the way her body clenched around me with every thrust, like she was trying to pull me deeper, keep me there.
She whimpered, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her body trembling as another orgasm built inside her. I could feel it—her muscles tightening, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps. "Come on, baby," I urged, my voice a rough whisper. "Let go for me again."
And she did.
