Chapter 67: "Harder. Please. I’m not going to break."[R18]

The first stroke landed and the heat of her closed around him so tight his vision swam at the edges.

He heard her gasp somewhere above the ringing in his own ears, felt her spine bow up under his chest.

Slow. He pulled back and gave her the second, and the third, and found the rhythm he wanted, deep and even.

The afternoon light lay across her, and he looked because he could — the sheen of her skin, the arch of her throat, the way her fingers had twisted the sheets into knots. She was saying his name without saying it, a soft frayed sound with every push.

"Mmh.... mmh.... yes.... that’s it.... oh, that’s it"

He kept it slow and deep and even, and she took it, her legs locked high around his waist, her heels dug into the small of his back like she was trying to pull him deeper than he could go.

Every thrust dragged a fresh sound out of her. He liked that. He liked that she’d stopped trying to make words.

Her hands came up off the sheets and found his face, and she pulled his mouth down.

The kiss went messy and off-center, and she kept breaking it to gasp against his lips, and then gave up on the kiss entirely and just breathed into his mouth, hot and quick.

"Harder. Please. I’m not going to break."

"You sure?"

"Mmh.... I’m sure." Her nails dragged down his back, deliberate, leaving lines. "I want to feel it. Give me something to feel tomorrow."

He gave her harder. The first rough thrust jolted her whole body up the mattress and she cried out sharp and startled, and something in him settled at the sound, like a lock turning.

He drove into her again and again, and the bed complained, the headboard knocking the wall in a rhythm he had no intention of softening.

She grabbed a fistful of his hair. He caught her wrist and pinned it flat above her head, and the sound she made was pure gratitude.

"Mmh.... yes.... hold me there. God, I love it when you.... ahh...."

Her free hand clawed down his back, hard enough to leave marks, and he felt every line of it.

Her pinned wrist twisted in his grip, not fighting, just feeling the weight of it, and that was better than if she’d fought. He angled his hips and gave her the one he knew she wanted, and her whole body jerked like a struck wire.

"Ahh! Yes! That’s it.... that’s the spot.... mmh.... keep going, keep going"

He didn’t stop. He turned it punishing and she took it, all of it, her head tossing, her hair a wreck across her face, her free hand fisting the sheets so hard the fabric pulled taut.

She was babbling now, half words, half nothing, and he was breathing hard through his teeth and watching her come apart under him.

He shifted his weight, hooked one of her legs higher over his arm, and drove deeper, and the sound she made was almost a scream.

"Ahh! Fuck.... yes.... there.... there.... I’m going to.... oh god, I’m going to...."

He felt the climb in her, the tightening, and his own body answered it, that low hot ache winding tighter with every push.

"Ahh.... ahh.... mmh.... I’m close...." Her eyes squeezed shut. "Don’t stop.... please don’t stop, I’m so close...."

"Look at me."

She forced her eyes open, glassy and dark and half gone, and the sight of her looking up at him while he moved in her tipped her right over.

"Mmh.... I’m going to.... I’m going to come.... oh god.... oh...."

Splash....

She came with a long, wrecked cry, clenching hard around him, hips jerking up off the mattress, and he kept moving through it because he couldn’t have stopped if he’d wanted to. She sobbed out a moan, overstimulated and greedy at once.

"Ahh.... wait.... mmh.... too much.... no, don’t stop, don’t stop...."

He drove in deep, grinding, and felt her shake apart beneath him. Her leg slipped from his arm and dropped back to the bed, and she went limp, trembling all over, but her hips still twitched up to meet him like she couldn’t help herself.

"Inside.... inside me.... I want it inside.... please...."

He felt her breath catch as he swelled and pulsed, felt her hips press up against him like she was trying to take every drop.

"Give me...give.."

That was all it took. The pressure broke and he buried himself to the hilt and let go.

Splurt....Splurt...

The first hot flood went into her and she moaned low and long, and another thick pulse followed, and another, and he held there and emptied himself into her with his jaw clenched and his hand fisted in the sheet beside her head.

"Mmh.... mmh.... oh.... I can feel it.... god, I can feel all of it...."

He kept coming until it eased, pulse after pulse, and she stayed wrapped around him, trembling, her hand sliding down her own stomach and pressing there like she could feel it filling her.

"Mmh.... so much," she whispered, dazed.

He stayed a moment longer than he needed to, just breathing, then pulled out slowly. She made a small disappointed sound, then a soft gasp as it started to seep out of her, warm and thick, sliding down her thigh.

"Oh.... mmh.... look what you did to me."

He let himself breathe.

"Don’t move," she murmured. "Just.... give me a second. I can’t feel my legs."

He settled beside her and she rolled into him immediately, tucking her face against his chest, loose, warm and heavy, her breathing already slowing.

"Mmh.... stay right there."

Her hand found his, fingers lacing through, and within a minute she was asleep, still half draped over him, her hair a mess across the pillow.

He lay there in the fading light with her warmth against him and let his own eyes close.