How hard his shaft throbs is a harsh reminder that he needs to warn her fast before he misses his chance for a disclaimer.
“I haven’t.” He’s already out of breath and slightly dizzy, pulling back enough to see her face and finding her completely wrecked.
Dark hair hangs mussed, a few strands framing her beautiful face, and those perfect lips blushed pink with their efforts. A red mark forms on her neck where he suckled there, thinking he was being gentle.
“Haven’t what?” She’s so open and accepting that he can hardly handle it.
“Done this in a really long time,” he continues, shaking his head at how that sounds. “I mean, obviously not since we last saw each other, but even before that, it had been a while.”
Her face softens, and she relaxes her weight onto his thighs. “I haven’t either. I already told you that it’s not something I wanted after what happened in that house…after you saved me from him. I only tried once a few years later, thinking I needed to get it over with. That maybe it would be easier, but it wasn’t. It never was.”
His brows furrow. “You and Paradise Falls guy never—”
“No. I didn’t let it get that far. I couldn’t.”
“Are you sure you want to now?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
He’s trying to warn her that he won’t last long, and she’s trying to warn him that he’s probably going to hurt her even if he’s gentle. He wants to laugh at how everything between them is always layered with more difficulty than they deserve.
He absolutely does not laugh, though, because not an ounce of this is funny. He’s never wanted anything more than he wants to experience this with her, and she’s saying she wants the same.
Things move fast after that. This is a moment decades in the making, one he never truly believed he’d be lucky enough toget. Now that it’s here, they’re in a rush to reach the finish line. If they slow down, some otherworldly thing might stop them. A phantom kitchen timer could go off, cannibals could blow through the door, a rotter could pop up in the window to scare the shit out of them in a final cockblock for all he knows.
They aren’t taking any chances. What follows is clumsy and disorienting as they face the hassle of removing what keeps them apart. He’s finally getting to open a present under the tree after staring at it for years, and he wants to rip the paper right off and fling it across the room.
Kara seems to be on the same page, struggling with her shirt before tossing it to the ground. He’s mesmerized by the perfect breasts revealed to him while she finishes the last three buttons on his shirt. She stalls, leaving it hanging open and reaching for his belt. He takes over then, giving her a chance to work on her own pants, but they only partially succeed here, too. Her jeans are left dangling from one leg while he shoves his pants just far enough over his ass to gain access, then they come together in a rush, desperate for contact where they need it most.
She’s in his lap, so fucking wet he slides easily against her, slicking himself where she’s warm and soft. He could come just like this, watching her pupils blow wide while they’re caught in an intimate caress, her skin like salt and sugar on his tongue when he licks a trail across her neck.
“Wade?” She rolls her hips, trying to catch the tip and pull him in.
He doesn’t push up into her yet, though, too afraid he’ll come instantly the moment he does. Didn’t plan on this happening here. They should be in a soft bed fitting of a first time, but the sofa is wide and comfortable, and even the faint roar of half-muted dinosaurs in the background can’t wreck the mood.
Gently, he wraps her up in his arms and tilts them in a swift move until she is beneath him instead of straddling his lap. Shegoes easily, opening her thighs for him to settle between. There has never been a more beautiful sight than Kara looking up at him, trusting and vulnerable, ready to let him claim her body after they’ve already claimed each other’s hearts.
“Can I?” She curls a careful hand around the base of him, her pupils blown wide.
He nods, twitching at first, a shiver running through his frame and the memory of someone else touching him threatening to ruin this.
“It’s only me,” she whispers, her palm still with only her thumb waving softly over the tender skin of his shaft.
It is almost more comforting than sexual. He melts into her, burying his face into her neck to breathe her in, tears springing at the corner of his eyes as his heart swells for her.
She lets go of him, running both hands over his ass and his hips, up his sides to ghost his ribs and back down again, over and over, in firm strokes that lengthen his muscles and chase away his tension.
The tip of his cock rests against her opening, applying the smallest hint of pressure only to meet resistance. He lifts his head from the shelter of her neck, finding her eyes to judge her reaction. There’s a crease in her brow but only naked desire in her expression. He moves forward again in a slow, firm thrust until she opens around him, admitting the first inch.
He’s thick, and she’s already told him it’s been a long time, so he tries to let her adjust, having to squeeze his eyes shut a moment to focus or risk coming with only the swollen tip inside her. Her hips tilt, and she hikes a leg high along his ribs. Then he’s sinking in so easily and so quickly it rips the air from his lungs and a hard gasp from hers.
She takes all of him like he was always meant to be here, exhaling a shuddering breath paired with the hard bite of her nails on his bicep. It’s a tight fit, so instead of pulling back, hestays where he is. She’s squeezing him so hard that if he thrusts, it might be over.
He just got here. He wants to stay.
At first, he fears that he’s hurt her, and maybe he has, but there’s nothing but love in her eyes and the slightest hint of a smile at the corners of her lips before he leans down to capture them with his own.
He thought he couldn’t love her any more than he already did, or know her any better. He was wrong on both counts.
