Page 19 of Calculated Risk
"Move," I whisper. "Please move."
And he does. Slowly at first, testing, learning what makes me gasp and what makes me moan. His analytical mind might drive me crazy most of the time, but right now I'm grateful for it because he's paying attention to every detail, every reaction.
"Harder," I urge, and he complies, his careful control giving way to something rougher, more desperate. The table creaks beneath us, and I don't care. I dig my nails into his shoulders, using the leverage to meet his thrusts.
"You feel—" He can't seem to finish the sentence, lost in sensation. "I can't—I'm not going to last?—"
"Then don't." I clench around him deliberately, and he curses, the sound raw and perfect. "Let go, Marcus. Just feel."
His rhythm becomes erratic, and I can feel my own release building, coiling tight in my belly. When his hand slips betweenus, finding my clit, he rubs it hard and it makes me cry out. I know he's still thinking of me even as he's losing himself.
"Come with me," he says, and it's half plea, half command. "Please, Lilah?—"
The combination of his fingers and the perfect angle of his thrusts pushes me over the edge. I shatter around him, his name a broken prayer on my lips, and I feel him follow moments later, groaning into my neck as he pulses inside me.
We stay like that for a long moment, breathing hard, tangled together and trembling. His weight against me is perfect, grounding. Real.
"That was—" he starts.
"Don't analyze it," I interrupt, running my fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. "Just enjoy it."
"I am enjoying it. I'm enjoying you." He lifts his head to look at me, and his expression is soft in a way I've never seen before. "All of you. Even the parts that terrify me."
"Good." I kiss him gently. "Because I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me now."
"That's the first impulsive decision I've ever been happy about."
"The first of many," I promise.
He laughs, and it's free and unguarded and beautiful. "One thing at a time, Lilah. Let me recover from this one first."
"Okay. But for the record?" I grin up at him. "I vote we make terrible decisions together more often."
"Noted." He kisses my forehead, then my nose, then my lips. "For what it's worth, I think this might be the best terrible decision I've ever made."
"Might be?"
"Is. Definitely is." He helps me down from the table, both of us wincing slightly as we separate. "Though we should probably clean up before someone comes in tomorrow and?—"
"And there's the Marcus I know." But I'm smiling as I gather my scattered clothes. "Always thinking ahead."
"Someone has to." He pulls on his jeans, then pauses, looking at me with something vulnerable in his eyes. "This changes things. Between us."
"I know."
"Are you okay with that?"
I walk over to him, still half-dressed, and take his face in my hands. "Marcus, I've been waiting for things to change for three years. I'm more than okay with it."
"Good." He pulls me close, and I can feel him relax against me. "Because I'm all in. Terrified, but all in."
"That's all I need." I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow to something almost normal. "Now come on. Help me clean up so we can go home and do this again. Properly. In a bed this time."
"You have a plan?"
"I do and for once, you're going to follow my lead instead of making one of your own."
He laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Yes, ma'am."
