I wrap my hand around his shaft. Hard. Hot. His head drops back.
I stroke once. Slowly. His jaw locks. His eyes close, then open, fixing on me; he wants to watch. And I want him to.
“I’m not going to last if you keep that up.” His voice is husky.
“Is that a problem?” I tilt my head, hand sliding smoothly along his length. He pulses against my palm.
“It is when I want to be inside you.”
“Oh. I can fix that.” I straddle him.
His hands grip my thighs. Hard. Possessive.
I guide his cock along my slit, coating it in my juices.
“Mmmm,” I moan, as it slides over my swollen clit. “You feel good. Right there.”
“Sable,” he chokes out. “You’re killing me, dammit.”
I notch the head into my entrance and sink down slowly. His eyes don’t leave mine. His mouth opens. No sound. The stretch and fullness of him make my spine arch.
“God,” I exhale, already feeling a tingle building. I hold still. Then I move.
He sits up. Arms around me, pulling me close, chest against mine. His face at my throat. His hands spread across my lower back, pressing me into him. The angle is deeper.
We rock together. Slow. The hum in his chest spreads into mine…warm. There’s a current running through the place where our bodies are joined that turns every sensation up. I feel it in my skin, my ribs, the base of my spine, deep inside me.
His breath is at my throat. I tip my head. His mouth finds the spot where he grazed his teeth earlier. He presses his lips there. Pauses. I wait, anticipation building.
Do it. Just do it.
I feel his breath shudder. Then his mouth opens against my skin—warm, wet—and instead of teeth, his tongue traces the marks he left before. Slowly.
“Sable… I…”
“It’s okay,” I whisper. “When you’re ready.”
My fingers tighten in his hair. The slow rocking deepens. His hands pull me closer. The warmth between us builds. Gradual. A tide coming in. Each wave a little higher than the last.
His mouth moves to my collarbone. My shoulder. The hollow of my throat. My breasts. He’s learning me the way I learned him, mouth and breath and the press of lips against skin. Giving back what I gave. Taking his time with it.
The pace quickens. His hips drive up to meet mine. My hands grip his shoulders. The hum in his chest deepens. I can feel it vibrating through my breastbone, settling into my joints, running along nerves I didn’t know were connected to the place where he’s moving inside me. It doesn’t flash or shake the room. It just makes everythingmore. Every point of contact brighter. Every breath shared between us carrying warmth that goes deeper than air.
“Yes,” I breathe. “God, yes. So close…”
“Now, beautiful. Let me watch you.”
I come quietly, sensation rolling over me in waves, long and deep. My body clenches around his while my forehead drops against his, and my hands hold his face.
“Rafael.” I breathe his name against his mouth.
“Say it again.”
“Rafael.” I draw it out, focusing on each syllable.
“Fuck!” He follows. His arms tight around me. His face pressed into my throat. The sound he makes is low. Steady and warm. The sound of something settling into the place where it belongs.
We stay upright. His arms still around me. My head on his shoulder. Both of us breathing hard in a room that smells like sex. Like us.
