“Ramses…” Her taste and mine exploded in my mouth, my arm hooking around her as I fisted her breast. Growling, I arched her body before dropping my mouth to her tits.
A sigh as her nails scraped the back of my head, scratching raw, aggressive in her agony as I tongued my way between her breasts.
I showed no mercy, her tight little body quivering in my arms. I hungered for her, ached for her. A roar and my hips thrust for her to let me in.
“Condom,” she cried, and I got one, ready for that. We kept a fucking box in the shower, and we already had it down to half in less than a week.
“Let me in,” I gritted, the condom ripped open with my teeth. I rolled it on and encircled her thighs.
Golden and honeyed flesh spilled between the spaces of my fingers as I parted her legs to hit the walls.
I gave no follow-up.
No warning before I angled in and drove my hips forward. Her ass slammed to hit wet granite, her eyes wide and body trembling in pleasure. I used to think I’d rip her apart, and the first few times, I had noticed moisture in her eyes. It was a lot, painful, but now, second nature.
For us both.
I lost myself in that heaven, the ease and warmth of the abyss. It’d been scary in the beginning. How easy it was to get lost in her.
How easy it was to succumb to her.
Somewhere along the way our fucking wasn’t just fucking anymore. It wasn’t sex. It was passion and filled with so much intense shit I think it’d surprised us both.
I’d even caught her crying once, the last time. There’d been actual tears in her eyes, but not because I was hurting her. I just had a feeling.
Like these same tears now.
Her eyes shined as she looked at me, her chin tilted up, her skin moist and flushed with red. I saw her crying through heated jets, and I framed her face to keep her here, keep her with me. She gazed away the last time.
She wouldn’t now.
I picked up, making her feel it. This thing we had… it was fucking awesome, and she should feel it. Feel what I felt every time I was with her, how deep it was. Some days, I thought it’d bring me down to my damn knees.
“Look at me,” I coached, and she did. I caught a tear. “Stay with me.”
My hips slapped her inner thighs, so deep inside her. I almost couldn’t keep focused on her, the urge to get lost in the influx of this definitely there.
But if I wasn’t leaving, she wouldn’t either, her hands cuffing my wrists. She used her thighs to stay here with me, rock with me.
I kissed her, bleeding into her like an open wound. I didn’t know where she ended or I began, the torrential impulse to come physically ripping me apart.
I roared as I picked up, my balls tightening, my thighs and body charged like a fucking freight train. I exploded into her without warning, railed tight inside her, and nails bit into my wrists so hard she easily drew blood.
That was when I caught her arms, knotted and locking around my neck. Whimpers soft and muted panted in my ear, and I cupped the back of her head.
“Baby…” I peppered kisses into her neck, soothing her. I angled my mouth into hers, allowing the shower to go lukewarm on us.
Something told me that didn’t matter. Something told me she didn’t care and that she needed this, to come down from the high with me.
She really was crying.
Like actual tears when I guided her to look at me. I ghosted a knuckle down the trail. “Hey.”
I slid those tears away from red eyes, all this some really emotional shit. She’d cried before, but she’d tried to hide it from me the first time. I never actually made her look at me, okay with that.
Now, I kissed the trail, making her stay with me. The tears let me see she was breaking down her walls, and I loved that.
I loved.