I moan. “That’s it. Let me have it.”
My nails dig into his shoulders. My legs tighten around him. The pressure builds so fast it scares me.
“I’m close—”
“I know.” His hand slides between us. Finds me. “Come on.”
The first stroke almost kills me. I cry out.
He does it again, still driving into me, giving me exactly enough friction in exactly the right place to make the whole thing tip from unbearable to impossible.
“Come for me,” he says, rough and sure. “That’s it. Give it to me.”
I do.
It tears through me hard enough to make me lose the room for a second. My muscles clamp down around him and then everything goes liquid and bright and too much. Pleasure snaps so sharp it turns to panic halfway through.
I feel the gush before I understand it. Heat. Wet. Too much.
I jolt, humiliated so fast it almost knocks the air out of me.
“Oh my God—”
I try to turn away. Cover myself. Hide.
“I’m sorry,” I gasp. “I’m sorry, I—”
He catches my face. “Don’t,” he says.
I can’t look at him.
“Nova.” Softer. Worse.
He turns my face back anyway. Makes me see him.
“That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
Relief hits so hard it almost hurts. His thumb drags over my cheek once. His hips never really stopped, just slowed, keeping me exactly where he wants me.
“You hear me?” he says. “You soaked me.”
I make a broken sound.
“Don’t hide from me now.” That lands somewhere deeper than the rest of it.
“Again,” he says. “I want it again.”
Then he starts moving for real. Slow at first. Deliberate. Every thrust aimed. Every drag back making me feel how wet everything is, how open I am, how impossible it would be to hide any of this now.
The shame doesn’t disappear. It burns up into something hotter. He feels it happen.
“Good girl,” he says, voice wrecked. “That’s it. Stay there.”
His hand goes back between us. His mouth at my throat now. His body relentless and controlled and too much in the exact way that makes me want more.
I’m shaking. He knows it.
“You can do it,” he says, like he’s not talking dirty now so much as telling me the truth. “Give me one more.”
