“It’ll be easier if it’s wet,” I said, ready to spit in my hand.
“Don’t be disgusting.” She sat up a little before crawling forward and engulfing my length in a single searing gulp of her mouth.
“Fuck, malysh,” I groaned, completely unprepared for this. “Easy, Sadie. Leave me with a little control.”
“You said it needed to be wet,” she said, and I recognized that tiny glimmer of malice in her hazel eyes. My angel was secretly a little demon.
I tipped her backward again and covered her body with mine, using my hand to guide my member to her entrance. “Tell me to stop.”
“I don’t want you to.” Her mouth was red and wet and breathing hard, daring me to continue.
My muscles bunched and shook in the effort it took not to just slam myself home into her body. I crept in, bit by bit, unable to look away from the mix of emotions on her face. Whenever it looked like I was causing her pain, I stopped. It was slow, exquisite, excruciating going, and I was trying my very best to be careful. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her.
But when I was only halfway in, Sadie’s eyebrows drew close together.
“What’s wrong?” I asked quickly, pausing the entire operation. As sweet as it was to be as far as I’d gotten, I’d end everything if she just said the word — blue balls be damned.
“Need you — all of you,” she said, tipping her hips back, wrapping her legs around me, and digging her heels into the meat of my ass to drag me forward.
I was buried to the hilt in an instant, a smooth, scorching slide that had both of us gasping. I stayed as still as possible for as long as possible, gauging how she felt at being that full for the very first time. I was possessive of her, though I tried not to be. It wasn’t a quality of my character Sadie appreciated, and it was certainly something I couldn’t showcase when we were so busy keeping all of this a secret.
But she was all mine — and she’d never belong to anyone like this.
I was keeping her. She just didn’t realize it yet.
“Okay?” I asked her, ghosting a kiss on her burning forehead.
“Ebat,” she choked out, and I laughed.
I reached between us and stroked her how she liked it, rolling my hips to work up some friction within, as well.
The first time I withdrew my length almost completely and plunged it back in, I realized neither of us would last for very much longer.
I would just have to make sure that we both enjoyed it as much as we possibly could.
I timed my thrusts with the movements of my fingers against her supple body, propping up my weight on my other arm. Sadie watched me through slitted eyes the entire time, breathing hard and moaning each time she exhaled.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I told her, increasing my pace. She tightened around me, her heels digging almost painfully into my ass, bearing down and screaming as she came again.
It was too much for me. The tenuous control I’d had over myself slipped, and I snapped myself forward once more, twice more … and exploded. I came so fucking hard I saw white, groaning in a way I felt, in an abstract way, I should be embarrassed about, but I didn’t care. I bracketed her body with my arms and buried my face between her breasts, so sure my heart was going to burst out of my chest that I fought to try to take deeper breaths, to slow down, to relax.
It was a fruitless exercise, but we brought each other back. Sadie clung to me, shivering, and I enveloped her in my arms. Her skin wasn’t cool to the touch, but I wasn’t willing to take any chances. I kissed her gently, her cheeks, her forehead, her lips, the line of her jaw. I could kiss her for hours.
And gradually, eventually, I softened inside of her. I didn’t want to pull out, though. She felt too good — even on my oversensitive tip.
“Let’s just stay like this,” she said, her words slurring a little. It wasn’t the wine. She was drunk on orgasm. “We live here now. This is just what we do.”
“This is a good life,” I agreed, rubbing her nose with mine, counting the freckles across her nose, wondering if there was a constellation in the sky as beautiful. Not likely.
We didn’t talk much. We just held each other, smoothing our hands down the other’s skin, committing the feel of each other to memory. All our anxiety had melted, and now we were just enjoying each other.
But just when I thought I was ready to go again, my phone buzzed from my discarded pants.
“Is that you or me?” Sadie asked, reaching for her sweatshirt. The moment was broken. The outside world was intruding on the space we’d set aside for each other.
“Mine,” I said. “I’m ignoring it. I have much better things to do with my time.”
“It’s the middle of the night,” she said, wrapping the garment around her. “Could be important. Just see who it is.”