Page 16 of Just Keep Driving

This is about her.

I reach between us, not breaking pace, and the second I do, her whole body tightens.

There it is.

“I got you.”

Her head tips back, her grip tightening, and I stay right there with her, not rushing past it, not letting her slip away from it.

She’s right on the edge.

I can feel it.

I slow just enough, then press back into it, keeping her there, right where she needs to fall.

“Yeah,” I murmur. “Give it to me.”

She comes apart under me, and I have to grit my teeth, fighting it, holding myself back while she rides it out.

She drags her nails across my shoulders while her breath breaks into soft, uneven sounds. I can’t keep my eyes off of her. I watch as her head tips forward, then back, like she’s trying to stay right here, but her body’s taking her somewhere else.

I drop my head, breathing her in, steadying myself again.

Not yet.

She tightens around me, and I feel the shift before she makes a sound. I keep my focus on her face, watching the way she lets go in pieces instead of all at once. It does something to me knowing I’m the one pulling it out of her.

I don’t rush her through it. I stay right there with her, keeping the same pace, the same pressure, letting her ride it all the way out instead of chasing it for her. Her hands grip tighter at my shoulders, her breath catching and breaking as she comes apart again.

“Champ...” she breathes, and it’s not loud or drawn out. My name falls out of her like she couldn’t hold it in if she tried.

I lean in closer, pressing my forehead to hers for a second, keeping us connected while she settles.

“I know,” I growl into her ear.

I can feel myself getting close, that pull getting stronger the longer I stay inside her, the longer I let myself feel it instead of holding back.

She looks at me, eyes heavy, still coming down from it, and I have to look away for a second.

Her hand slides up the back of my neck, fingers pressing in just enough to keep me there.

“Don’t stop,” she whispers.

I wasn’t planning to.

I move with her again, slower at first, then building, letting the rhythm come back naturally. I let out a breath, my hand settling at her hip. My control slips more and more with every movement and every sound she makes, until I’m right there at the edge.

Now, there’s no pulling back from it.

She looks at me again, and I see on her face that she knows exactly where I am.

A small smile pulls at her mouth.

She moves with me, right in sync, her eyes fluttering every time. My pace quickens, pulled by her. She’s right there again, and I’m holding on for dear life.

She arches her back and drags my name out. I’m barely holding on, and she’s not helping with the way she looks at me.

I don’t stop. I keep my pace, keep her with me, letting her have it all before I give in.