26.0 #3
"I'm so sure," she whispered, breath catching as I pressed my hips into hers.
Her panties were already damp when I pushed them aside, and the sound she made when I dragged my fingers through her folds had me biting back a curse.
"Fuck," I muttered, pushing a finger into her, slow and deep.
She gasped, hips rocking up. "Need you," she breathed. "Now."
I shoved my pants down just enough and lined up with her, the tip of me slipping through her slick heat. Her legs wrapped tight around my waist and then I pushed in.
All the way. One thrust.
She cried out — head thrown back, mouth open, her nails raking down my back. I groaned against her throat, teeth grazing skin, trying to hold on to whatever was left of my self-control. But there was none. Not with the way she clung to me. Not with how tight and wet she felt around me.
"Fuck, you feel—" I cut off, pressing deeper, slower this time. She moaned beneath me, fingers tangling in my hair as she pulled me in for a kiss that broke me open.
I started to move. Deep, driving thrusts that made her eyes roll back, that had her gasping into my mouth with every snap of my hips. Her legs tightened, ankles locked behind my back, pulling me deeper.
"Don't stop," she panted.
I kissed her again, swallowing the words, swallowing everything. Her hands dragged me closer, harder, her body arching up to meet every thrust.
"You feel that?" I rasped, voice wrecked. "That's how much I've missed you."
She whimpered, shuddering beneath me, her body trembling like she was already close.
"I'm gonna—" she gasped, back bowing, eyes squeezed shut.
I held her face in both hands. "Look at me."
Her eyes opened, wide and wet and so damn beautiful.
"Come for me, Amira," I said against her lips.
And she did — body locking, crying out my name, her nails digging in as she shattered under me.
I didn't stop. Slowed just enough to let her ride it out, then kissed her hard again, pulling out only when I felt her start to go soft beneath me.
Her breath was still catching in her chest when I stood, grabbing her by the waist, and lifted her off the bed like she weighed nothing.
"Not done with you," I said, voice dark.
Her arms flew around my neck, legs locking back around me. I held her there, biceps flexing, her body curled into mine as I pushed her back down onto my cock in one powerful motion.
Her breath punched out of her chest. "Fuck—"
I did it again and again. Holding her there, fucking up into her with rough, hungry thrusts that had her breath stuttering, mouth falling open as she melted into me.
"You're insane," she moaned.
She came again — fast, too fast — body seizing around me as she clung tighter, forehead against mine, lips moving but too breathless to speak.
I held her through it, muscles burning, sweat slick between us, then turned her around and dropped her gently onto the bed, face-down, ass in the air.
She looked back at me with a dazed, fucked-out smile. I lined up behind her, and thrust in deep enough to knock the breath out of her again.
She moaned, low and needy, hands clawing at the sheets as I drove into her. My grip bruised her hips, rhythm punishing, pace ragged with how close I was.
"You feel so good like this," I groaned, watching her fall apart for me. "Fuck, I missed this. Missed you."
The slap of our bodies, the sound of her voice breaking — it was all I needed. My release hit hard, deep, as I spilled inside her with a rough cry of her name, jerking against her until every last drop was hers.
I collapsed forward, chest against her back, our skin stuck with sweat, breathless and wrecked.
Eventually, I eased out of her with a soft groan. She winced, just a little, and I pressed a kiss to her shoulder before slipping off the bed.
She stayed where she was, eyes closed, arms folded under her cheek, utterly spent.
I came back a minute later with a warm, wet washcloth and knelt beside her.
"Let me," I said quietly.
She blinked at me, surprised — but didn't argue. I was careful, gentle, even as my hands shook a little. She watched me the whole time, something unreadable in her expression.
When I was done, I climbed back into bed, tugged the blanket over both of us, and pulled her into my chest.
I kissed her again — temple, cheek, the corner of her mouth — not pushing, just letting her feel it.
She turned just enough to meet my eyes, something soft flickering across her face — and before she could say anything, her brow lifted slightly.
"You just came in me," she said.
My lips twitched. "Got carried away."
She gave me that look — dry, amused, almost fond — but I felt the way her body relaxed into mine.
"Thank God I have an IUD."
After a beat, I added quietly, "Thank God? You don't want another Alina running around?"
Her voice was soft, but firm. "One kid is plenty."
"For now," I said.
She looked at me then — really looked — and even though she didn't reply, the silence between us didn't feel like a door closing.
But our situation was complicated enough.