I line up, sliding my cock through her wetness. Teasing her entrance. Her body shivers, fingers clutching my shoulders.
Then I push in.
Slow. Deep.
She gasps, mouth open, a wordless cry.
“Nova…”
“Don’t stop,” she breathes. “Please?—”
I bottom out inside her, hips flush to hers. She’s tight, gripping me like a vice, like her body was built for mine.
We move in sync.
It’s not rushed. It’s not about the need to finish.
It’s about every slow, perfect inch.
Her legs wrap around my waist. Her nails rake down my back. I thrust deeper, harder, feeling her start to unravel beneath me.
“Gods—you feel so good,” I growl. “So fucking good…”
Her eyes shine, half-lidded, moaning as each thrust hits deeper.
“Harder, Kaz. Don’t hold back.”
I don’t.
I fuck her like I’ve wanted to since the first time she looked at me like I was a problem she didn’t want to solve. Her body meets mine with wild, hungry rhythm. Every thrust is a promise. Every moan, a confession.
“I’ve never—” she gasps, “—felt this with anyone.”
“Say it again,” I breathe into her ear.
“I need you.”
“Louder.”
“I fucking need you, Kaz!”
Her orgasm hits like a shockwave. She cries out, body clenching around my cock, shuddering with each pulse. I kiss her—rough, desperate—as I drive through her climax.
Then I come, roaring her name into her neck, hips locked, cock throbbing deep inside her.
We collapse together, tangled and breathless. Her legs still around me. Her fingers in my hair.
I don’t speak. Not right away.
She doesn’t either.
We just lie there, sweat cooling, hearts racing, breath syncing like we’re still flying in formation.
I brush a strand of hair from her cheek. Her eyes are closed, lashes trembling.
“You okay?” I whisper.
She nods, slowly. “Yeah.”
