I pulled him closer until his forehead touched mine.
“I want you, Ellis.”
The smile disappeared.
He kissed me before I could say anything else, and whatever patience either of us had left started slipping away.
The rest of our clothes didn’t take long to follow his shirt.
When he came back to me, I reached for him first.
There was no nervousness this time. No wondering what happened next or waiting for him to decide how far we went. I pulled him closer, and when he settled between my thighs, I opened for him without hesitation.
His mouth found mine as he eased into me.
My breath caught.
I remembered this.
The fullness. The stretch. The second it took my body to adjust before everything started feeling good.
Ellis stilled.
I tightened my arms around him.
“I’m good.”
That was all it took.
He moved again, slowly at first, and my eyes closed as pleasure rolled through me.
There was no uncertainty in this part either. I knew how good it felt when he pulled back and sank into me again. How his breathing changed when I wrapped my legs around him and brought him closer. How quickly that careful rhythm disappeared when I started meeting him instead of lying beneath him and taking it.
So I moved with him.
His hand tightened at my hip.
“Luna.”
The sound of my name against my skin sent a shiver through me.
I pulled him closer.
The next movement was deeper, and a moan slipped out before I could stop it.
I didn’t try to stop the next one.
There was nothing careful about the way I wanted him now. I met every movement, my nails dragging down his back when the pace changed and the pleasure started building faster.
When I needed more, I told him.
“Don’t stop.”
He didn’t.
I held on as the tension wound tighter, every movement pushing me closer until I couldn’t concentrate on anything except him.
His weight over me.