And then he’s inside me. Fast. Deep. No warning.
I cry out, nails digging into his shoulders. His hands grip my ass, lift me higher, hold me there while he fucks up into me.
“Fuck, Dario.”
He swallows his name with his mouth, his forehead dropping to mine as he moves, every thrust controlled and brutal and exactly right.
The wall thumps softly behind me. My body rocks with every drive of his hips.
I’m so sensitive I can barely take it. Every nerve lit. Every thought gone.
“You feel,” he breaks off, breath ragged. “You feel like this was always meant to happen.”
I can’t answer. I’m too far gone. My legs tighten around him. My body starts to shake.
“I’m close,” I gasp.
“Look at me,” he says.
I do.
His eyes are dark. Ruined. Focused entirely on me.
“Come for me,” he says, low and steady. “Right here.”
I shatter. Hard. Loud. My head drops back against the wall as my whole body spasms around him, clenching, shaking, coming apart.
He groans, deep, broken, and thrusts a few more times before he follows, burying his face in my neck as he comes, holding me like he might never let go.
We stay like that for a long moment.
Pressed together. Breathing hard.
Then reality creeps back in.
Slowly, carefully, he sets me back on my feet.
Neither of us speaks.
My legs are still trembling.
He steadies me with a hand on my hip. “You okay?”
I nod. Can’t form words yet.
His thumb traces a circle against my hipbone. Once. Twice. Then he steps back.
“Drive safe,” he says quietly.
My throat tightens. “Okay.”
He rests his forehead against mine. “Wednesday,” he says hoarsely.
I nod. “Wednesday.”
He steps back first. And I let him. Only because I’d let him do anything.
I reach for my panties.
