He pushed into me slowly, and my whole body went tight.
A sound escaped me—something between a gasp and a moan that I couldn't hold back. My eyes closed for a second, just from the shock of it. The feel of him. All of him.
It had been too long.
My hands gripped his back hard, nails digging in without me meaning to, and I heard him groan low in his throat. But I couldn't focus on that because everything in me was adjusting, stretching, remembering what this felt like.
Whathefelt like.
My breath came out shaky as my body slowly loosened around him, and I opened my eyes to find him watching me.Reading me. Like he already knew this moment was hitting different for me.
“Breathe,” he said low, his hand tightening on my hip.
I did, and the second I did, I felt everything. Every inch. Every shift. The weight of him. The heat. The way he filled me completely.
And I realized how much I'd missed this. How much I needed this.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “You feel so good.”
I couldn't even respond. All I could do was hold onto him as he started moving, slow and controlled at first, like he was testing how much I could take.
Then, he picked up the pace.
His hand tightened on my hip, pulling me into him with every thrust. I felt the counter digging into my back, into my thighs, but I didn't care. All I cared about was him. The way he was looking at me. The way he was moving. The way my body responded to every single thing he did.
“Kyrie—” His name fell out of me again, and I heard him curse under his breath.
“Say it again.”
“Kyrie—”
His rhythm changed. Deeper. Harder. Like he was tryna put me through this damn counter with one arm, and honestly? He was damn near succeeding.
His hand locked on my hip so tight that I already knew I'd feel it tomorrow, holding me exactly where he wanted me while he drove into me faster, harder, like he was chasing something and wasn't stopping ’til he got there.
I couldn't hold it in anymore.
My breathing turned into gasps I couldn't control, then sounds I didn't even recognize coming out of me. My legs lockedaround him, pulling him closer, deeper, and I felt him shudder against me.
“That's it,” he said, voice rough. “Let me hear you.”
And I did.
I couldn't stop it even if I tried. Every thrust had me gasping, moaning, gripping onto him like he was the only thing keeping me grounded.
His hand slid between us, his thumb finding that spot, and my whole body jolted.
“Oh, my God?—”
“Look at me,” he said again.
I forced my eyes open, met his, and the intensity in them almost undid me right there.
“Don't look away,” he said. “I wanna see you.”
I nodded, barely able to keep my eyes open as everything in me started tightening, building, climbing toward something I couldn't stop even if I wanted to.
His rhythm didn't let up. If anything, it got more intense. More focused. Like he knew exactly where I was and was determined to push me over.
