I respond with equal fervor, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. The feeling of his bare skin against mine, nothing but heat and friction between us, overwhelms my senses.
"Condom," he mutters against my mouth.
"I'm on birth control," I find myself saying. "Clean. Haven't been with anyone in over a year."
He pulls back slightly, studying my face. "You sure?"
"Yes." I've never been more certain of anything. "I want to feel all of you. Just you."
Something shifts in his expression, a vulnerability I haven't seen before. "I'm clean too. Get tested regularly."
"Then what are you waiting for?" I roll my hips, feeling him hard against me.
With a groan, he positions himself at my entrance, then slowly pushes inside. Without the barrier of latex, the sensation is incredible. I gasp at the feeling of fullness, of connection.
"Jesus, Judy." His voice is strained, muscles tensing with the effort of control. "You feel incredible."
"So do you." I adjust to his size, my body remembering him from last night.
He establishes a rhythm that's neither gentle nor punishing, just perfect. Deep, steady strokes that hit exactly right. His eyes never leave mine, creating an intimacy more profound than anything we shared last night.
This isn't just sex. This is something else entirely.
I reach up to touch his face, tracing the strong line of his jaw, the slight stubble that's grown overnight. He turns to press a kiss to my palm, the gesture unexpectedly tender amid our passion.
"I love watching you like this," he murmurs. "Seeing your pleasure. Knowing I'm the one giving it to you."
His words affect me as much as his body, pushing me closer to the edge. When his hand slides between us to circle my clit with practiced fingers, I cry out.
"That's it." He increases the pace of his thrusts, matching the rhythm of his fingers. "Let go for me, Judy. I want to feel you come around me."
The combination of sensation and command pushes me over. I shatter beneath him, walls clenching around him as pleasure radiates outward. He follows almost immediately, burying himself deep with a groan that might be my name.
For long moments afterward, we lie tangled together, breathing in sync. He eventually rolls to the side, pulling me with him so I'm sprawled across his chest.
"Damn..." I search for words adequate to describe what just happened.
"Good?" He asks, one hand tracing idle patterns along my spine.
"Yes. Just unexpected." I rest my chin on his chest, studying his face. "That wasn’t about dominance for you, was it?"
He seems to consider the question. "No. Just us."
The simple truth of it settles something in me. Last night was incredible, but this morning held a different kind of intimacy. One I hadn't expected but find myself craving more of.
"I should make breakfast." He brushes a kiss against my forehead. "You worked up an appetite."
I laugh, the sound easy and natural between us. "Is that what we're calling it?"
His smile transforms his usually serious face. "Among other things."
We eventually make our way downstairs, both wearing minimal clothing. I've claimed one of his flannel shirts, the soft fabric enveloping me like a dress. He's in sweatpants that hang low on his hips, chest bare as we move around the kitchen together.
"Excited about the tree lighting?" I ask, pouring coffee while he handles eggs and bacon.
"No," He admits, glancing at the clock. "But we don’t have to think about that until at least 5:30. We have the whole day."
"And what exactly does one do on a mountain all day?" I lean against the counter, watching him cook with the same precision he brings to everything.
