“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur against her lips. “You know that?”
She smiles and ducks her head to kiss the corner of my jaw. “You make me feel like I am.”
I tilt her chin back up so I can look at her. Really look. Then I kiss her again, deeper this time, letting a little of the hunger I’ve been holding back slip into it. She makes a soft, surprised sound and presses closer, rocking once against me, tentative, testing.
That’s all it takes.
I stand in one smooth motion, lifting her with me. Her legs wrap around my waist instinctively, and her arms tighten. I carry her the few steps back to the bed and lay her down like she’s made of glass, because right now she still is.
“I think you have too many clothes on.” I wink, and she’s removing her dress, then her bra and panties.
I lean down, bracing on my forearms so I don’t crush her. I kiss her throat, her collarbone, and the swell of her breasts. When I close my mouth over one nipple, with a bit of gentle suction, a slow swirl of my tongue, she arches with a quiet moan, and her fingers slide into my hair again.
“Hayden…”
I switch to the other side, giving it the same slow worship while my hand drifts down her stomach, between her thighs. She’s already wet, warm, slick, ready, and the discovery makes me groan against her skin.
I circle her clit with the lightest pressure, patient, letting her hips lift into my touch. She’s breathing faster now, little gasps every time I brush just right.
“Tell me what you want,” I whisper, kissing the underside of her breast. “Anything. I’ll give it to you.”
Her eyes meet mine, dark, trusting, and burning.
“I want you inside me,” she says softly. “But… don’t hold back this time. I want to feel all of you.”
I kiss her hard, once, claiming, and standing back up, I underdress in record time, as much as I love worshipping her body, right now all I want is to be buried inside her. Because I can already say, most of my day will be spent fucking my beautiful girlfriend.
Once undressed, I lean back down, kissing her harder this time, and I reach between us to guide myself to her entrance. Ipush in slowly at first, letting her feel every inch, watching her face for any flicker of discomfort. There’s none.
When I’m fully inside, I pause, my forehead pressed to hers, breathing her in.
“You okay?”
She nods, nails digging lightly into my shoulders. “More than okay. Move.”
I start slow, long, measured strokes that make her sigh every time I bottom out. But the longer I stay inside her, the more the leash I’ve kept on myself frays.
She rocks up to meet me, her heels pressing into my ass, urging me deeper. Her breath hitches into something sharper, hungrier.
“Harder,” she whispers.
I freeze for half a second, searching her eyes.
She nods again, quick and sure. “Please.”
That’s it.
I snap my hips forward, harder, deeper, and she gasps, her back arching off the mattress. I do it again. The bed creaks under us. The headboard taps the wall once, then twice.
I catch her wrists in one hand and pin them above her head, not tight enough to bruise, but firm enough that she feels held. She moans at the restraint, her thighs squeezing my hips like she wants to pull me even closer.
“Like that?” I rasp against her ear, voice low and wrecked. “You want me to fuck you like I can’t stop?”
“Yes…God, yes?—”
I let go of her wrists only to hook her legs over my elbows, folding her nearly in half so I can drive in deeper, hitting that spot that makes her cry out sharp and sweet. My mouth finds hers again, messy, desperate kisses between thrusts, while one hand slides down to pinch her nipple, rolling it hard between my fingers.
“Come on my cock again. Let me feel it.” I growl.
