He moved inside her with perfect rhythm. She moved with him, her hips rolling with his, their bodies fitting together in all the right places.
She gazed up at him, held his stare as they moved as one. One moment. That’s all this was. Just one moment. But damn, what a moment.
He skimmed one hand down along the length of her side, over her hip, her butt, the back of her thigh, coaxing her leg up. She bent it, the slight change granting him even deeper penetration.
His breath fell from him in a ragged groan, his hand anchoring on the back of her thigh, his cock sinking deeper, deeper with each powerful thrust.
She arched beneath him, surrendering to the concentrated pleasure consuming her. She clawed at the back of his neck, his shoulders. One moment, but she wanted to leave her mark on him forever.
Why?
Because…because he was hers? Because she didn’t want it to just be one moment?
“Fuck, Zeta,” he groaned, his eyes finding hers again, his breath a shaky pant. “This… I’ve never…” He thrust into her, bringing her knee up closer, higher. “This…”
She arched again, driving her hips higher. He didn’t need to finish what he was saying. This was incredible. Amazing. Different.
Significant.
She felt it, not just in her body, not just in her core, but in her soul.
“This…” he ground out again, shaking his head, his eyes closed.
“This,” she whispered back, a delicious, tight heat beginning to bloom deep in her core. She arched. Curled her toes. Wrapped her legs around his hips, locking him to her body. She didn’t want him anywhere else but where he was. “This…”
His rhythm began to quicken. Grow erratic. His thrust grew wild.
Her heart quickened. Her breath turned shallow. Hitching. The tight heat in her core began to unfurl, to spread, to flow.
“Oh God, Mick,” she whimpered, tightening her legs around his hips, drawing him into her.
He buried his face into the side of her neck and grabbed her ass, his strokes growing faster, harder. Harder.
“Mick,” she groaned. “Mick.”
His teeth found the curve of her shoulder. His cock slid back and forth over her clit. His length stretched her. His width filled her.
He slammed deeper into her, over and over, and with a keening cry, her orgasm detonated, her entire body thrumming with release.
She came, and with a ground-out cry, he came with her.
“Oh God, Mick.” She clawed at his back, his shoulders. “I can feel you… I can feel you…”
He lifted his head and stared down into her eyes. His were ablaze with a pleasure she understood. It was the same pleasure consuming her.
They moved together, holding each other’s stare, and at some point, his hand found hers, and their fingers threaded together on the bed. Their hearts hammered as one, and he buried his face into the side of her neck again and let out a wobbly groan as his hips grew still.
Eyes closing, she smiled and let her legs fall from around his hips. “Well then…”
He chuckled, and his warm breath fanned against her skin.
For a few seconds, they didn’t move, their fingers still as interlocked as their bodies. His heart pounded against her breast.
Finally, he lifted his head and gazed down at her. “Well then.”
She smiled and reached up with her free hand to feather her fingers over his cheek. “Iwantto tell you that was incredible and amazing, but Ialsodon’t want to feed that ego of yours.”
A low laugh fell from him. She loved the way she could feel it move through his body.