Page 12 of Working for Him

"More," she confirms, and I add a second finger, working her with steady strokes until she's close, until she comes apart around my hand with a cry muffled against my shoulder.

When she stills, she reaches for my belt. "Your turn."

"This wasn't about my turn."

"Maybe I want it to be."

I let her work, and when she wraps her hand around me for the first time, my vision whites out at the edges. She strokes me until I have to catch her wrist.

"Stop."

"Problem?"

"Only that I'd like this to last longer than thirty seconds."

"Practice," she says lightly, but I hear the vulnerability underneath.

I meet her gaze. "I don't care about before. I only care about now. About you."

"Condom?"

"Nightstand."

She rolls it on with her eyes locked on mine the whole time and it nearly kills me. Then she's pulling me down, guiding me between her thighs, and I pause at her entrance, making sure one more time.

"Yes," she says before I can ask. "God, yes, Caleb. Please."

I push inside slowly, watching her face, and when I'm fully seated we both still, our foreheads pressed together.

"Okay?"

"So much better than okay."

I start to move, slow and deep, more about connection than speed. She meets me stroke for stroke, her legs are wrapped around my waist, her heels pressing into the small of my back to pull me deeper each time, and it's intense in a way I wasn't prepared for. It’s not just the physical pleasure but the way she's looking at me like I'm giving her something she didn't know she needed. I catch her hand where it's braced against the headboard and lace our fingers together, pinning it gently to the mattress, and the small broken sound she makes at that tells me exactly how much she needed to be held down as much as held close.

"You feel incredible," I tell her.

I slide my hand between us, finding her clit, and she cries out, her nails raking down my back. "Come for me," I murmur against her ear.

She does, clenching around me hard enough to trigger my own release. For a long moment neither of us moves, both of us trying to remember how breathing works.

Finally I ease out and deal with the condom before collapsing beside her. She curls into my side immediately, her head on my chest, and one leg is thrown over mine.

"So that happened," she says eventually, smiling.

"Yeah. It did."

"We should probably talk about what this means."

"Probably. Tomorrow."

"You want me to stay?"

"I want you to stay, if you want to."

"Okay," she says quietly. "I'll stay."

I pull the blanket over us and let my eyes close, feeling her breathing even out against my side. This wasn't just sex. This was a choice.