I increase the pressure, my fingers moving faster, my thumb rubbing tight circles around her clit. Her moans grow louder, more erratic, her body tensing beneath me. She's close. I can feel it in the way she clenches around my fingers, the way her breathing stutters.
But I don't let her come.
I pull my hand away and get up to take off my trousers. The sound she makes is almost a sob. "No, please—"
"Shh." I crawl up her body after shedding the rest of my clothes, settling my weight between her thighs. My cock presses against her soaked pussy, the head sliding through her folds, and we both groan at the contact. "I want to feel you come around me."
Her hands grip my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin. "Then stop teasing and fuck me."
“Condom?” I ask.
“Pill,” she says, breath catching. “And before you ask, it’s been a long time for me.”
I still.
Not because I want to stop.
Because I want to get this right.
“For me too,” I say. “No one since my last test.”
Her gaze locks on mine.
“Same.”
One word. Clear. Certain. Completely Pippa.
I reach between us, positioning myself at her entrance. The tip slips inside, and the heat of her nearly undoes me. I pause, breathing hard, fighting for control.
"Tell me you want it." I brush my lips against hers, not quite kissing her. "Tell me."
"I want it." She wraps her legs around my waist, trying to pull me deeper. "I want you, AJ. Please."
I push forward, sinking into her inch by inch. The tight, wet heat of her surrounds me, and I have to stop halfway because if I don't, I’ll come there and then. She's making small sounds beneath me. Whimpers and gasps that vibrate against my throat where my face is buried in her neck.
"More." She rolls her hips, taking me deeper.
I bottom out, my hips flush against hers, and we both go still. Her walls flutter around me, adjusting to the stretch. I lift my head and look at her. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, her brow furrowed.
I brush a strand of hair from her face. "Look at me."
Her eyes flutter open, dark and dazed. I begin to move slow, deliberate thrusts. Each roll of my hips presses my pelvis against her clit, and her breath hitches every time.
I lower my mouth to her breast, pulling her nipple between my teeth. I bite down gently, and she cries out, her walls clenching around me. I soothe the sting with my tongue, then do the same to the other breast, keeping my hips moving in that maddening rhythm.
"Harder." She digs her heels into my arse, urging me on. "AJ, please—"
“You’re still trying to manage this,” I say against her ear.
Her nails drag down my back, and the sting pulls a groan from me.
“I am not.”
“You absolutely are.” I roll my hips, slow enough to make her breath catch. “Even now.”
“AJ.”
“That sounded like an instruction.”
