Finally, she looks at me. Like it’s costing her everything to hold back. Chest rising too fast, lips trembling with something unsaid. “Please?”
It's one word.
One tiny fucking word.
But it’s everything to me.
Instantly, I'm hard. I set my glass down and turn to her, my hand cupping her face, angling her up to me.
"Say it again," I murmur.
Her breath catches. Her thighs press together, the fabric of my shirt rustling. "Please," she breathes.
Fuck.
I lose it.
I grab her, caging her beneath me, rolling us so she's pinned, exactly where she belongs. My fingers trace her face, my thumb skimming her lips, my other hand bracing against the mattress beside her head. The bed dips beneath our weight, the sheets tangling around her bare legs.
"This," I whisper, my voice edged with pure fucking hunger. "This is what I've been waiting for."
Her hair fans across the pillow, breath catching, mouth parted in anticipation.
She watches me with those dark, hungry eyes, her body soft and yielding beneath mine. I take my time. I drag my fingers over her skin, tracing the delicate lines of her collarbone, the dip between her breasts, the curve of her hip. Her skin is like silk beneath my calloused fingers.
She shivers.
Her breath hitches.
She's so fucking beautiful.
I dip down, brushing my nose along the column of her throat, inhaling her, soaking her in.
She smells like my soap. My shirt. Mine.
She smells like mine.
I press soft, open-mouthed kisses along her neck, taking my time, teasing her, feeling the way she arches against me, desperate for more. She whimpers, and that sound? That sound does things to me. The vibration of it against my lips sends heat coiling through my body.
"Cal," she breathes.
I hum against her skin, nipping, licking, kissing, working my way lower, pushing up the hem of my shirt that she's wearing, exposing more of her skin. I run my tongue down the valley of her breasts, over her ribs, to the curve of her stomach. Her skin tastes faintly sweet.
She's so soft, so perfect, and I want to devour her. I grip her thighs, spreading them apart, and she gasps, her fingers fisting in the sheets. The fabric bunches beneath her grip.
"You're so fucking perfect," I murmur against her skin, dragging my mouth over her hip, over the sensitive spot at the crease of her thigh.
She shudders, her legs trembling around me. I press a kiss there.
Slow. Gentle.
Her breath shakes.
"Cal..."
I chuckle, my grip tightening, holding her open for me. Her arousal fills my senses, making my mouth water.
"So desperate," I murmur.
She whines, and I fucking love that sound. I trail my fingers up her inner thigh, slow, teasing, tracing light circles over the fabric of her panties. The lace is damp beneath my touch. "Want me to touch you, pretty girl?"
She nods frantically, her hips arching, seeking more.
I don't give it to her.
Not yet.
I pull back slightly, watching her. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her breasts straining against the thin fabric of my shirt.
"Tell me how much you want it."
Her cheeks flush, but she doesn't hesitate.
"More than anything."
Fuck.
That's all it takes.
I slide my fingers under her panties, feeling how drenched she is, and a groan rips from my chest. "So wet for me," I murmur.
She gasps as I press my thumb against her clit, circling it, teasing, feeling the way she shakes beneath me. Her hips buck against my hand, seeking more pressure.
I love this.
Love making her fall apart.
Love knowing she's mine to ruin.
I grip her tighter, holding her down.
She's so fucking sensitive.
She grabs my wrist.
Stops me.
I still instantly, studying her. She's not stopping me because she doesn't want it. She's stopping me because she wants more.
"I need you," she breathes, her voice husky with desire.
Fuck.
I grip her chin. "You have me," I murmur.
She swallows hard, her eyes wide, vulnerable, and so fucking sure. "No, Cal. I need you inside me. Now."
My cock fucking throbs. I exhale slowly, trying to hold on to the last shred of control I have left.
"You know I'm not gonna be gentle, right?"
"I don't want you to be."
Fuck.
I crash my mouth to hers, owning her, taking her, my hands gripping, exploring, claiming. She moans into my mouth, wrapping her legs around me, pulling me closer, tighter. Her lips are soft, yielding, but demanding at the same time.
Then she whispers against my lips, "I'm on birth control."
I pause, then I chuckle darkly. "I know."
She laughs breathlessly, pulling back to look at me, her cheeks flushed. "Of course you do," she murmurs, rolling her eyes.
I run my hands over her hips, gripping her tight. The fullness of her curves fits perfectly in my palms. "Gotta keep my pretty girl safe."
She bites her lip, eyes flicking down, her thighs squeezing. I push my boxers down, letting my cock spring free, and her breath catches. She looks up at me, eyes dark, needy.
"Cal," she breathes.
I growl, gripping her hips, pulling her under me.
She shudders.
Then I thrust into her, and we both break. I thrust into her deep and hard, and she gasps, her nails digging into my back, dragging down my skin as she arches beneath me. The sting of her nails against my skin only drives me deeper.
"Fuck, Izzy."
She cries out, her legs locking around me, her thighs squeezing, her body clenching around my cock. The headboard knocks against the wall with the force of my thrust.
She's so fucking tight.
So fucking perfect.
I pull back, almost all the way out, watching her eyes go wide, her mouth parting on a soft, desperate whimper.
I slam back in, bottoming out, burying myself inside her, stretching her open, claiming her exactly how she wants me to. She lets out a broken, breathless moan, her head tipping back against the pillows. I grip her chin, forcing her to look at me.
"Look at me when I fuck you, Izzy."
She shudders, and I feel it—the way her body responds, the way she clenches down around me, like she was made for this.
Made for me.
"Cal—oh my God—"
I grin darkly, pounding into her, setting a brutal, unrelenting pace, dragging her higher, harder, deeper. She gasps, writhing beneath me, her hands everywhere—on my back, in my hair, her nails raking, gripping, claiming.
I feel unhinged.
Like I could lose myself completely inside her.
Like I want to.
I grab her hips, shifting, lifting her just enough to get the perfect angle, and—
"Oh fuck, Cal!"
Her cry is desperate, needy, her body clenching tight around me, her nails scraping down my chest, her entire body trembling. I feel her orgasm build, feel it in how she shakes, in how her breath catches, in how she moans and gasps like she can't handle it.
"That's it, pretty girl." I growl, gripping her tighter, slamming into her, driving her harder.
She whimpers, her legs trembling, her back arching off the mattress.
"Come for me."
She gasps, her whole body locking up, her thighs clenching, her pussy tightening around me as she shatters completely. She screams my name, her hands gripping my arms, her body rocking beneath me, and it's the hottest fucking sight I've ever seen. The way she falls apart, the way she lets go completely, the way she gives herself over to me so perfectly.