Page 52 of Harbor Me

"Bed," I manage. "Now. Or this is over before it starts."

She pulls me by the hand, and we get to her bed in three steps. I lay her down on the quilt and follow her, bracing over her on my forearms, my body covering hers completely. My shoulders block out the lamp. My thighs bracket hers. I dwarf her entirely.

She's naked under me. Has been since the shirt came off. But standing in her kitchen area looking at her is a different thing than this. Her body underneath mine, her thighs, her hips, the soft, dark patch of hair between her legs, every inch of her bare and warm against me. Nothing between us at all.

My hand skims down her ribs, her waist, trailing over her belly and lower. I cup her pussy and she's so wet my fingers slide through the satiny heat of her. My cock pulses against her thigh at the feel of it.

"You're soaked."

"What did you expect? You keep riling me up and running away." Her hips push into my hand greedily, looking for more.

I slide two fingers inside her slowly, stretching her. Marveling at how tight and hot and perfect she is. Her breath stutters. I curl my fingers and she grabs my wrist with both hands, not pulling me away, holding me there.

"Right there. Don't move."

I don't move. I hold my fingers exactly where she told me and stroke that spot and watch her face while her mouth falls open and her head pushes back into the pillow. My thumb finds her clit, circling, light, and her thighs fall wider apart.

I drop my mouth to her throat. Taste the salt of her pulse. Down to her collarbone, the slope of her breast, her nipple tight and hard against my tongue, and she arches into my mouth, her hand in my hair, pulling, demanding that I stay there. I suck gently, then harder when she pulls me closer, my fingers still working inside her, my thumb still circling, and she's making sounds that are going straight to my cock.

"Aiden. I need-"

"I know exactly what you need."

"Then stop teasing and- “

"I'm not teasing." I pull my fingers out slowly and she whimpers at the loss. "I'm trying to go slow because I want this to last and you are making that very difficult."

"Good. You can’t always have everything your way. I’m on fire here."

I settle between her thighs. The head of my cock against her, nudging at her slick entrance, slipping in and pulling back again. She rolls her hips trying to take me in further and I hold back.

"I don't want to hurt you."

She cups my face in both hands. Her eyes are black in the low light. "I won't break. Stop treating me like I'm going to and fuck me."

I push in.

Slow. One long steady press, my eyes on hers, giving her body time to open around me because I am not a small man and she is tight. So tight. Hot and wet and gripping me like she’s never letting me go again.

I'm sinking into her inch by inch and she's taking me, every bit, her nails biting into my shoulders, her breath coming in short sharp gasps, and when I'm all the way inside her she lets out this shaky exhale and says "oh" and her eyes go glassy and unfocused.

I hold still. I have to hold still. My arms are trembling with the effort of not moving.

"You okay?"

"I'm so okay." Her voice is thin and unsteady. "Move. Please move."

I pull back and push in again and the sound she makes goes through me like a current. I do it again. And again. Long deep strokes, pulling nearly all the way out and pressing back in. The bed groans under us and her hips rise to meet every thrust, her heels press into my lower back pulling me deeper, and she is so wet that I can hear us, the slippery obscene sound of my cock sliding into her, and my arms are shaking, and my jaw is clenched, and I'm holding on with everything I've got.

"I have wanted this…" The words come out against her neck. Not planned. "Since you walked into my yard. Since that first day. I wanted you gone and I wanted you under me and I have not stopped wanting you under me for a single second since."

Her nails rake down my back. One long slow drag from my shoulders to my waist.

"I couldn't look at you." I thrust harder and she gasps and grabs the back of my neck. "Couldn't be in the same room. Couldn't hear your voice on the phone without picturing…" My rhythm picks up. "You handed me coffee like we'd been together for twenty years and I wanted to put you on that desk every single time and fuck you into oblivion."

"Aiden." Her legs tighten their grip around my waist. We’re both shaking.

I brace on one arm and get my hand under her hip so I can tilt her up, giving me a new angle. She cries out, sharp, loud, her back arching hard.