I add a second finger, stretching her, pumping them in and out while I continue to torture her clit with my tongue. I can feel her getting closer, her breathing turning ragged, her thighs trembling against my cheeks.
"Come for me, Zoë," I murmur against her skin. "Let go."
Hard suction on her clit makes her break. She cries out, her back bowing, her pussy clamping down on my fingers as she comes.
The pleasure gets ridden out slowly, my mouth lapping up her juices, drawing it out until she’s pushing me away, oversensitive.
When I crawl back up her body, I kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips. She wraps her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my ass.
“I need you inside me,” she whispers against my mouth. “Now.”
My hand reaches for the nightstand, fumbling in the drawer for a condom. The foil rips open between my teeth as I roll it on. I’m hard again, aching for her.
Settling between her thighs, I line myself up and look down at her, really seeing her. Her hair fans across the pillow like a dark halo. Her eyes are wide, filled with trust and desire.
“I love you,” I say, the words coming out rough and raw. “I fucking love you.”
“I know,” she says, reaching up to stroke my cheek. “I love you too.”
Slowly, I push forward, sinking into her inch by inch. She’s tight, hot, and wet, hugging me like a glove. A groan tears out of me as I bury my face in her neck, fighting the urge to just slam into her.
"Move," she demands, her nails digging into my back. "Gio, move."
I pull back and thrust in, deep and hard. We both moan.
I set a rhythm, fast and desperate, fueled by the adrenaline and the love and the sheer fucking miracle of being here, together.
"You feel so good," I grit out, pounding into her. "So fucking good."
"Harder," she gasps. "Give me everything."
I let go. I stop holding back.
I fuck her like I'm starving, like this is the last time, the first time, the only time. The bed slams against the wall, the headboard rattling, but I don't care. Let the whole hotel hear.
I grab her legs, hooking them over my shoulders, changing the angle. I go deeper, hitting that spot inside her that makes her gasp.
"Yes!" she cries out. "Right there!"
I can feel myself getting close again, the pressure building. I reach between us, finding her clit, and rub it in tight circles.
"Come with me," I command. "Do it now."
She tightens around me, her pussy clamping down like a vice, and she screams my name as she comes. The sensation pushes me over the edge.
I drive into her one last time and explode, my whole body shuddering as I fill the condom.
I collapse on top of her, burying my face in her neck, gasping for air. My heart is beating so hard I can feel it against my ribs.
She wraps her arms around me, holding me close, her fingers stroking my sweat-slicked back.
We stay like that for a long time, tangled together, the only sound our breathing slowly returning to normal.
The adrenaline fades, replaced by a deep, bone-deep contentment. This is it. This is everything.
I roll off her, disposing of the condom in the trash can beside the bed. I pull her into my arms, tucking her head under my chin. She fits perfectly, like she was made to be here.
"Hey," I say, my voice rough.
