Page 132 of Brighter Together

“Turn over.”

As I roll onto my stomach, he slides a pillow beneath my hips and kisses his way down my spine.

I grip the sheet.

“Tommy.”

“Mmm?”

“You specifically promised hard and fast.”

His mouth brushes the base of my back.

“I did.”

“Then stop teasing me and get inside me.”

His laugh is low. “Bossy.”

The familiar tear of a condom packet cuts through the room.

Seconds later, his body covers mine.

His chest presses against my back.

Then he pushes inside from behind.

I cry out.

The angle is perfect.

Too perfect.

His hands slide along my arms until our fingers lace together against the mattress.

There is something almost tender about that, even as he starts moving exactly the way he promised.

Hard.

Fast.

No hesitation.

Every thrust sends pleasure shooting through me.

I press my face into the pillow and try to breathe.

“Fuck, Tommy.”

His mouth lands against my neck.

“You feel incredible, so perfect for me,” he groans. His fingers tighten around mine. “So fucking good.”

The orgasm builds far too quickly.

I want to hold it off because I don’t want this to end yet, but Tommy doesn’t slow down.

If anything, he moves harder.