“Look at you,” he breathes. “So strong everywhere.”
His thumbs trace the crease where thigh meets hip.
“And still shaking for me.”
I am. The tremors haven't stopped while his hands continue their slow exploration. He works down my thighs, kneading the dense muscle I've built through years of physical work. Each press of his fingers sends heat pooling low in my belly, rebuilding something I thought was spent.
"Spread your legs."
His hand slides between my thighs from behind, cupping my pussy with possessive ease. Two fingers slip through my folds, gathering wetness, and I hear him exhale sharp, hungry.
He pushes two fingers inside me without warning, and my back arches off the bed.
"Fuck—" The word tears out of me, rough and desperate.
The mattress dips as he moves, positioning himself behind me. His cock slides through my slick folds. The head catches at my entrance and my hips push back instinctively, seeking more, but his hand holds me still.
"Ah-ah." The admonishment is gentle, almost fond. "What did I say?"
I clench my jaw. "Don’t tease. Enough with the teasing."
"Tell me what you want, Pippa." Another slow roll of his hips, his cock sliding through my wetness, bumping my clit before pulling away. "Use your words."
"I want—" My voice catches. "I want you inside me again."
He groans and finally, finally, notches himself at my entrance. He pushes in slowly again, and I feel every bit of him. The stretch. The fullness. The way my body opens to accommodate him, still sensitive from before.
"You are…" he murmurs against my neck. " Pip, you feel so amazing.”
I'm panting by the time he's fully seated, my fingers gripping the sheets, my body stretched taut. He holds still, letting me adjust, letting me feel the depth of him.
Then he starts to move.
Slow at first… agonisingly slow. Each thrust deliberate, measured, hitting that spot inside me that makes my vision blur. His hands grip my hips, controlling the angle, the pace, everything.
"More," I gasp. "Harder."
"No." The word is calm, absolute. "You'll take what I give you."
He keeps that maddening rhythm. Steady, relentless, while his mouth works across my shoulders, my neck, thesensitive spot behind my ear. His breath is ragged now, his control starting to crack at the edges.
“Please.” The word slips out before I can stop it.
AJ stills above me, his breath uneven against my shoulder.
I turn my face into the mattress, my fingers twisting in the sheets.
“Please, AJ.” My voice comes out rough and unsteady. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
His restraint snaps.
He slams into me, and the sound that rips from my throat is raw, animal. His hips piston faster, harder, driving me into the mattress with each thrust. The wet slap of our bodies fills the room.
"You are amazing, Pip," he growls against my ear.
“Pippa.” His voice breaks against my skin. “With me.”
His hand closes over mine.
