Again.
Her thumb circles the head and smears the wetness there, and my forehead drops against hers.
"Neri." I repeat her name since my brain can’t conjure up anything else.
Her mouth brushes mine.
"What?"
"I'm trying very hard not to embarrass myself."
The smallest smile touches her lips. She strokes me again.
"Then you'd better hurry and fuck me already.”
That is not a problem. For a second we simply look at each other. I settle over her parted thighs. Her knees open around my hips without hesitation. I take my cock in my hand and drag the head through her, once, twice, slick and hot.
Her eyes close.
"Neri."
They open again.
"Look at me."
She does. I kiss her as I push inside, slow. Her body welcomes me inch by inch, impossibly hot and tight, and every bit of her I enter drags a little more control out of me. Her mouth falls open against mine when I'm buried completely inside her, hips pressed to hers, and for several seconds I can't do anything but feel her.
She's fluttering around me.
Wet. Tight. Still contracting faintly from the orgasm I just gave her.
Her eyes shine in the dim blue light. I brush my thumb along her cheek. Then I start to move.
Slow at first.
I pull almost all the way out and press back in, letting myself feel the full drag of her around me. Her breath catches.
Again. Her hips rise to meet mine.
By the third stroke she's moving with me, and whatever control I thought I had slips.
I find my rhythm. Deep. Steady. Every thrust drives a soft sound out of her. Every one of those sounds gets under my skin.
Her hands move over my back like she can't decide where she wants them. Finally they lock around my shoulders and pull me closer. She pulls me down until there's no space left between our bodies.
I kiss her while I move inside her, hearing the hitch of her breath each time I fill her. Her thighs tighten around my hips.
The pearl light begins to build again beneath her skin.
I slide one hand between us.
Her breath catches the instant my thumb finds her clit.
"Rafe."
I circle it slowly in time with my thrusts.
Her forehead presses to mine.