The first stroke is slow. He watches my face. The second is more. By the third I'm breathing in time with him and I moan with every one. He holds my hip with one hand, braces with the other, and rocks into me slow and controlled. Every shred of discipline he has is holding him in check, because if he lets it slip he's going to wreck me, and I see all of it on his face.
"Talk to me, Callie."
"I'm okay. I'm — fuck."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Want it deeper?"
"Yes."
"Wrap your legs around me, baby."
I do. He goes deeper. He braces with one forearm beside my head and pumps into me with a rhythm still controlled but harder. The pressure of him hitting deep makes me gasp on every stroke.
"That's it. You're taking me good."
The praise wrecks something in me. I'm wet, full, and being worked open by a man who's barely holding on to his own control. I want him to stop holding on.
"Kane."
"Yeah."
"Don't hold back. I can take it."
His pupils blow.
"You sure?"
"I want all of you."
His face changes. His jaw sets. His next stroke is harder, and the one after that. Now he's fucking me in earnest, his teeth set, a low growl coming out of him with every breath that goes straight between my legs. He keeps his eyes on me the whole time.
"That's it. That's what you wanted, isn't it."
"Yes."
"You're so wet on me. You feel so fucking good, Callie. You're going to make me come."
"Yes."
"You first. You're going to come for me again. Hand on yourself. I want you with me when I go."
I put my hand on my clit. He keeps fucking me, harder, and I work my fingers in time with him. Inside a minute I'm coming again. I cry out his name. He buries himself in me with a low growl and comes inside the condom with his whole body shaking against mine.
He stays in me for a beat afterward, forehead on my collarbone, breath hot and ragged on my throat.
"Jesus, Callie."
"Yeah."
He lifts his head and looks at me. He has never looked at me this open before. Every wall is down and there's only him.
He kisses me, soft. Then he gets off me to deal with the condom. I'm alone on his bed for a minute, looking at the ceiling and trying to figure out what just happened.
What just happened is that I came three times and my body still doesn't know what to do with itself. I'm sore in places I didn't know existed, and my pulse is in places it has never been.
