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Needing relief from the heat of it, Skye moved her hips, grinding against the pressure as TJ held her and tormented her at the same time.

He bit her shoulder playfully, pulled back to murmur, ‘That’s it, baby. Ride my hand.’

She whimpered as his words pushed her higher. She could feel the orgasm as it rose, welling past any containable threshold. She gripped the back of his neck, needing to anchor herself to something, to TJ.

He shifted those clever fingers to her clit and circled her, but twice was all it took to have the wave breaking.

Her back arched off his chest, a noiseless cry of release left her lips.

‘Fuck,’ TJ rasped. He pulled his fingers out of her, held her wilting body with one arm as he fished in his pockets. ‘Condom.’ He turned to face the bathroom mirror, taking her with him, repeated, ‘Condom,’ frantically as he opened the vanity and pulled out boxes of band-aids, bottles of ear and eye drops, and wrapped bars of soap. ‘Fuck. Wait here.’

Skye giggled hysterically at that, and when TJ focused on her face for long enough to actually register that she was naked and rumpled, and quite incapable of going anywhere, he grinned. ‘I’ll be right back.’

He waited for her to nod before he let himself out of the bathroom, being careful not to make a single sound even as he let a gush of cold air in – and not even a full minute later, he came back, a wrapped condom proudly caught in his fingertips.

Skye ran one hand through her messy hair as he quickly stripped his jeans and briefs, squeezed her thighs tight when his penis sprung free.

When he ripped the foil open and took the condom out, she whispered, ‘Can I try?’

The words fell into the bathroom between them. Skye wasn’t even sure where they’d come from, only that she felt that urge to touch him, to drive him as wild as he did her.

Still, a fiery blush flooded her face when TJ’s eyes snapped to hers. ‘If you don’t want me to—’

‘You don’t have to ask to touch me, Skye. Ever.’ He passed her the condom, and when she just stared at it in her hand, he laughed and gave her a quick kiss. ‘You don’t have to be shy now. We’ve done everything else, and I promise, there is no way you could touch me that could be wrong.’

Skye reached for him cautiously. She ran her hand down his hard length once, familiarizing herself with the feeling of hot, soft skin sliding over iron.

TJ groaned. He placed both hands on the wall above her head, bracing himself as she did it again, firmer this time, and when he whispered, ‘Fuck,’ a surge of power shot through her.

His reaction to her fumbling efforts made her bold. Skye put the condom on and slid it down his length with painstaking care. It was only when TJ grunted and said, ‘If you don’t hurry up, we’re not going to need it,’ that she unravelled it to the end.

‘How’s that?’ She looked up when she asked the question, met those familiar green eyes, eyes that were open and honest and filled with too much.

Her breath caught at the intensity of it.

TJ exhaled. He hung his head for a moment as if he needed to regain himself. His hands on the wall were spread, his biceps and shoulders flexed.

‘TJ—’

‘Perfect,’ he said. ‘You’re perfect. Stop overthinking.’

Skye welcomed the opportunity to leave that huge emotion unacknowledged. Instead, she stripped her underwear and took a step forward, pressing herself against him.

TJ leaned down and took her mouth in a deep kiss, one that made her sigh and close her eyes as that emotion welled. When he broke it, he trailed his lips down her neck. His hands, roughly textured but so sweet and gentle, touched her everywhere, lightly exploring, and when he dropped his fingers to her, finding her hot and wet and ready, he trembled. She felt it pass from him and into her, and she marvelled at it. She craved it.

‘Tell me what you want,’ he demanded roughly.

‘I don’t care, so long as you’re inside of me in the next—’

She gasped as he picked her up, let her head fall back as he slipped inside of her, pushing past the remnant discomfort from the day before to bury himself inside her.

All she could do was whisper, ‘Yes.’

He pressed her back against the wall, used one hand to protect her spine from the cold tiles as he took her, each thrust pinning her harder, pushing her higher against the wall.

Skye basked in the odd tug of war between discomfort and pleasure. Because there was no fear, only trust. No anxiety, only need.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, held him tighter as her body climbed, and right before she let go, she crushed her mouth to his, so that the sound of their moans were swallowed, savoured, by one another.