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“God yes,” I breathe, and I wish I could say I wasn’t clumsy as I roll off the bed to rummage through my travel kit for a condom, but hell, my dick’s hard as fucking steel at the raw breathiness in her voice, and it makes my movements rushed. Once I’m suited up, I crawl back on the bed and settle between her legs.
Her chest is heaving as she sucks in deep breaths, and I nudge her knees further apart, gripping my dick and guiding it toward her entrance. “You’re sure? I can make you come first. Make sure it’s great for you.”
Another shake of her head. She’s all impatient hunger now, grabbing for me, pulling me close, urging me on.
“Please,” she croons. “I need… I need…”
The words strangle in her throat, and I do as I’m told. Somehow, I’m what she needs tonight, so I’m going to give it to her. I push forward, sliding into all that wet and heat, a groan tearing from my throat as I do.
“Jesus, you feel good.” I barely pause once I’m fully seated, pulling out so I can push in again. If she wants to be stuffed full of me, I’m happy to oblige, over and over and over.
She throws her head back as her hips rise to meet mine. Her eyes are screwed shut, but she grabs my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as she pants. “Yes. Harder. Fuck,harder!”
So I do it harder. I set a steady pace and let myself enjoy the friction of moving in her body, cupping her breast, licking a bead of sweat off her jaw as she twists under me.
This isn’t the playful encounter I was expecting based on our interactions at the bar, but it’s still hot as fuck. I don’t think anybody’s ever been this frantic for me before, and it’s incredible.
“Can you come for me?” I rasp into her ear. I can already feel my orgasm approaching, the tension gathering at the base of my spine, tightening my balls. It’s happening too fast, but I’ll be goddamned if I get there first.
“I need… I need… need…” She’s chanting the word, her fingers clawing at the sheets, so I reach between us and press my finger to her clit. But I only circle it twice before she grabs my wrist and pushes my fingers even harder against her.
“Yes,” she cries, and thank God for the pulses and flutters I feel against my cock because it means I can let go too. And I do, surging forward one last time and groaning as I empty myself into the condom.
Once the tremors have finished running through my body, I fall back against the bed with a breathless laugh. She rolls so she’s facing the wall, and I run my hand down the overheated skin of her back.
“Goddamn,” I gasp out. “That was hot.”
A tremor runs down her spine, and because I’m post-orgasm and all my systems are offline, it takes me a little too long to realize that she’s crying.
I scramble upright.
“Birdy?” Alarm makes my voice sharp as she curls into herself, her shoulders hunching inward as a hoarse cry bursts from her throat.
“Hey, are you okay?” I risk a touch to her shoulder because Christ, I can’t let her cry alone, this woman I just had sex with and apparently horrified to tears. I run my hand down her back in what I hope is a soothing motion as she sobs brokenly.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur as she shudders under my fingertips. I have no idea what I’m trying to comfort her for, but eventually her tears slow and she sucks in a huge breath, jerking away to angrily swipe at the wet tracks on her cheeks.
“I’m sorry,” she gasps, and it’s a completely different gasp than the ones she made with me not three minutes ago.
She slides off the bed and darts to the pile of clothes on the floor.
I stand too, keeping enough of a distance not to crowd her. “Did I do something?” I ask. “CanI do something?”
“No.” She’s already pulling her red dress on, and her voice is muffled as she slides it over her head. “And no.”
Her head pops free, and she bats her tousled hair away from her face, then reaches for her shoes while I stand there like an idiot. A naked idiot.
“I don’t understand what’s happening here,” I say, feeling like my brain’s operating at half speed.
Her jerky movements don’t stop as she slides into her coat.
“I thought this was what I needed tonight,” she says, her voice still thick with tears, “but clearly I was wrong.”
Her eyes stray toward the rumpled bed, then dip back to me. Still naked. A flush touches her cheeks, and she lifts her chin. Her eyes are watery, and her nose is red, but her spine is straight. “I’m sorry if this was, like, traumatic for you.”
Then she turns and heads toward the door. My moment of frozen shock dissolves, and I wrap the sheet around my waist and follow her.
“Wait,” I call, but she’s already in the hallway, and I lower my voice out of respect for the rest of the hall. It’s got to be 3 a.m. by now. “Just stay,” I say in a raised whisper from the doorway.
