Her gaze went dark with renewed hunger. “Then stop teasing and fuck me.”
Gladly.
He stood just long enough to strip off his jeans and boxers. Her gaze dropped to his cock—thick and hard and aching—and she licked her lips.
“You’re—”
“Yours.” He grabbed a condom from the nightstand, rolled it on with hands that shook. “All yours.”
He settled between her thighs again, the head of his cock notched at her entrance. She was so wet, he could feel it, slick heat promising everything he’d been denying himself.
“Look at me.” He tilted her chin up. “Stay with me.”
Her gaze locked on his.
He pushed inside.
Slow. Inch by torturous inch. Feeling her stretch around him, tight and hot and perfect. Her mouth fell open on a silent moan, her nails digging into his back, and it took every ounce of discipline he had not to slam home.
“More.” Her hips lifted, taking him deeper. “All of you.”
He gave her what she asked for.
One hard thrust, and he was buried to the hilt. She gasped, her walls clenching around him, and for a moment, neither of them moved. Just breathed. Adjusted. Felt the enormity of what they were finally doing.
Mine.
“Move.” Her voice was a command. “Please, Wyatt, move.”
He did.
Long, deep strokes that had her crying out with each thrust. He found his rhythm—rolling his hips to drag against her sensitive spots, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in. She met him movement for movement, her body rising to his, her hands everywhere—his back, his ass, his shoulders, pulling him closer, deeper.
“Fuck, you feel good.” He groaned against her throat. “So tight. So wet. Made for me.”
“Harder.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, changing the angle. “I’m not fragile.”
He gave her harder.
The sound of skin against skin filled the room. He braced himself on one arm and slid his other hand between them, finding her clit, rubbing in tight circles. She keened, her whole body tightening, so close he could feel it.
“Come again.” He thrust deep, grinding against her. “Let me feel you.”
“Wyatt—I?—”
She came with a scream.
Her pussy clamped down on him, pulsing and squeezing, and the sensation was so intense, his vision went white. He fucked her through it, chasing his own release, feeling it build at the base of his spine.
“Where—” He was barely coherent. “I want?—”
“Inside.” She pulled him down, kissed him hard. “Come inside me.”
He buried himself to the hilt and let go.
The orgasm crashed through him—endless waves of pleasure that wiped his mind clean. He spilled into the condom, his cock pulsing, her name on his lips. She held him through it, her hands stroking down his back, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
For a long moment, neither of them moved.
