“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” She pulls me closer. Kisses me deep. “Let go.”
“I can’t.”
“You can.” Her hips roll against mine. The angle shifts and we both gasp. “I trust you. Let go.”
I let go. Not all the way. Not the violent, punishing pace my body craves. But faster. Deeper. The headboard hitting the wall with each thrust.
She meets me. Every stroke. Her nails raking down my back, her moans swallowed by my mouth, her body pulling me in.
“Fuck, Stevie.” I’m shaking. Barely holding on. “You feel…”
“I know.” She’s close. I can feel it. The way she’s tightening around me, the pitch of her voice, the desperation in her movements. “I’m gonna.”
“Come for me.” I shift angle. Find that spot inside her that makes her scream. “Let me feel it.”
She comes. And it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Her whole body arched. Head thrown back. My name torn from her throat like she doesn’t know any other word.
I follow.
Can’t help it. She’s clenching around me so tight, so perfect, and I bury myself as deep as I can go and lose myself completely.
I come so hard my vision goes white. Collapse against her, shaking, breathing her name into her neck.
We stay like that. Tangled together. Hearts pounding. The world shrunk down to just this bed, this room, this woman in my arms.
I’ve never felt anything like this. Not just the physical release, that was incredible, mind-erasing, better than anything I’ve ever experienced, but the after.
This. Holding her. Being held. Feeling like I’m somewhere I belong.
I don’t know how long we lie there. Long enough for our breathing to slow. For our bodies to cool. For her fingers to trace lazy patterns on my back that make me shiver.
“Hey,” she whispers.
“Hey.”
“That was...”
“Yeah.” I lift my head. Look at her. She’s glowing. Soft. Thoroughly fucked and happy about it. “You okay? I wasn’t too.”
“You were perfect.” She pulls me down. Kisses me soft. “Absolutely perfect.”
Perfect.
I roll to the side. Pull her against me. Her head on my chest, her leg thrown over mine, her body fitting against me.
“Stay,” she mumbles. Already half asleep.
“I’ll stay.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
She’s out within minutes. Breathing slow and even against my skin.
