Beckett
The taste of her on my lips, the way her breath hitched when she realized—fuck, it nearly undid me.
I kissed her harder, deeper, letting her taste herself on my tongue, letting her feel what she did to me.
She moaned into my mouth, her hands gripping my shoulders like she was drowning and I was the only thing keeping her afloat.
I pulled back just enough to speak, my voice rough, my control hanging by a thread.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted this.
" My hand slid up her thigh, gripping her hip, pulling her closer.
"How many nights I've laid awake thinking about how you'd feel, how you'd sound when I finally got inside you. "
"Tell me you want this," I demanded, my voice a growl. "Tell me you want me."
"Please," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I need you. Now."
That was all it took.
I shifted between her thighs, the head of my cock pressing against her. She was wet, so fucking wet, and the first slide of my cock through her folds nearly made me lose it right then. I gripped the base of myself, forcing myself to go slow, to savor this.
Then I pushed inside.
Fuck.
She was tight, so tight, her body stretching around me, gripping me like she never wanted to let go. I groaned, my forehead dropping to hers, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Ellery—fuck—"
She whimpered, her nails digging into my back, her body arching up to meet mine. I could feel her, all of her—heat, pressure, the way her body pulsed around me like she was made for this, made for me.
I wanted to move. I wanted to fuck her hard, to lose myself in her, but I forced myself to stay still, to let her adjust. My hands trembled where they gripped her hips, my entire body coiled tight with the effort of holding back.
"Beckett," she breathed, her voice desperate. "Don't stop."
I laughed, low and rough. "I'm not stopping, baby. I'm just... savoring this."
I pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, then pushed back in, deep and sure. The sound she made—somewhere between a gasp and a moan—went straight to my cock.
"God, you feel perfect," I groaned, my voice rough. "So tight, so wet—" I thrust again, slow and deep, watching her face, the way her lips parted, the way her eyes fluttered shut. "You were made for me, Ellery. Fuck."
She whimpered, her hips lifting to meet mine, her body begging for more even as I tried to draw this out. I wanted to memorize every second, every sound, every way her body responded to mine. I wanted to brand this moment into my skin.
I pulled back again, then slid home, my cock buried deep inside her. "You feel that?" I murmured, my lips against her ear. "That's me, Ellery. That's us."
She nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "More," she begged. "I need more."
I groaned, my control slipping. "You're going to be the death of me," I muttered, but I gave her what she wanted.
I started to move, slow and deep, each thrust measured, each one drawing a broken sound from her lips. I could feel her tightening around me, her body coiling, her nails digging into my skin.
I wanted to go faster. I wanted to lose myself in her, to fuck her until neither of us could think straight.
But I held back, my hands gripping her hips, my body moving with deliberate slowness.
I wanted this to last. I wanted her to feel every second of this, to know that I wasn’t just fucking her—I was worshiping her.
Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling beneath mine. "Beckett—please—"
I kissed her, swallowing her moans, my tongue tangling with hers as I moved inside her. "I've got you," I promised, my voice rough. "I'm not going anywhere."
Her back arched off the bed, her nails raking down my shoulders as her body clenched around me, tight and perfect. I groaned, my hips stuttering as she came apart beneath me, her breath a broken gasp against my mouth. "Beckett—"
"Another one," I growled, my voice raw. I didn’t give her time to recover. I flipped her onto her stomach, my hands rough as I pulled her hips up, driving into her from behind. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, sharp and wet, her moans muffled against the sheets. I could feel her trembling, her body already sensitive, but I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t. Not when she felt like this—hot, tight, mine.
I gripped her hip with one hand, the other tangling in her hair, pulling just enough to make her gasp. "You take me so fucking well," I groaned, my thrusts harder, deeper, my control unraveling.
The bed creaked beneath us; the headboard knocking against the wall in time with my movements. I could feel the sweat slick between us, the way her body clenched around me with every thrust, like she was trying to pull me deeper, keep me there.
She whimpered, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her body trembling as another orgasm built inside her. I could feel it—her muscles tightening, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps. "Come on, baby," I urged, my voice a rough whisper. "Let go for me again."
And she did.
Her body convulsed around me, her cry muffled against the pillow as she came, her walls pulsing around my cock.
I groaned, my hips stuttering as I chased my own release.
I was so fucking close; the pleasure coiling tight in my gut, my balls drawing up, my entire body tensed like a wire about to snap.
"Fuck, Ellery—" My voice broke, my thrusts turning erratic, my control shredding.
I could feel it—the heat, the pressure, the way my body locked up as the orgasm crashed over me.
I buried myself deep inside her, my cock pulsing as I came, my release spilling into her in hot, thick waves.
My vision whited out for a second, my breath stolen, my body shaking with the force of it.
I groaned, low and rough, my forehead dropping to her shoulder as I rode out the last waves, my hips jerking helplessly.
I stayed there, buried inside her, my breath ragged, my heart hammering against my ribs. I could feel her beneath me, her body still trembling, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps. I pressed a kiss to the curve of her shoulder, my lips lingering against her skin.
"Fuck," I muttered, my voice hoarse. I pulled out slowly, my cock still half-hard, and rolled onto my back beside her. My chest heaved, my skin slick with sweat, my body spent in a way I hadn’t felt in years.
I turned my head to look at her, her hair a mess, her lips swollen, her cheeks flushed. She was beautiful. Mine.
She turned to face me, her eyes dark and dazed, a slow, satisfied smile curling her lips.
I reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, my fingers trembling slightly.
I couldn’t find the words. I didn’t need to.
She leaned in, pressing her lips to mine, soft and slow, like she had all the time in the world.
And in that moment, she did.
The first light of dawn crept through the blinds, painting stripes across her bare skin. I lay there, watching her sleep—hair tangled across the pillow, lips slightly parted, the sheet barely covering her. My chest ached, something raw and unfamiliar twisting inside me.
Fuck.
I reached out, tracing the curve of her shoulder, the dip of her waist. She stirred, a soft sigh escaping her, but didn’t wake. My fingers followed the line of her collarbone, then lower, brushing the swell of her breast. She was warm, soft, alive in a way that made my pulse kick.
I couldn’t resist.
I leaned in, pressing my lips to the nape of her neck.
She smelled like sex and something sweet, something that was just her.
My mouth trailed lower, over her shoulder, down to the peak of her breast. Her nipple hardened under my tongue, and I took my time, savoring the way her breath hitched in her sleep.
She woke slowly, her body arching into mine before her eyes even opened. A sleepy moan escaped her, her fingers tangling in my hair. “Beckett—”
“Shh,” I murmured against her skin, my hand sliding down her stomach, between her thighs. She was already wet, already ready for me. My cock throbbed, hard and heavy, but I didn’t rush. I wanted to feel her wake up around me, wanted to watch her eyes flutter open as I filled her.
I shifted over her, my body covering hers, my mouth finding hers in a slow, deep kiss. She tasted like last night—like warmth and need and something that felt dangerously close to mine. Her legs parted, her hips lifting to meet me as I slid inside her in one smooth thrust.
Fuck.
She gasped into my mouth; her nails digging into my back. I groaned, my hips rolling slow and deep, savoring the way she clenched around me. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I muttered against her lips, my voice rough with sleep and want. “Every damn inch of you.”
She whimpered, her body moving with mine, her hands sliding down to grip my ass, pulling me deeper. “More,” she breathed, her voice husky. “Harder.”
I chuckled, low and dark. “Greedy girl.” But I gave her what she wanted, my thrusts picking up, my cock driving into her with a rhythm that had her gasping, her body tightening around me. The bed creaked beneath us, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the quiet morning.
Her breath came in sharp, desperate gasps, her body coiling tight beneath mine. I could feel her getting closer, her muscles fluttering around me, her nails raking down my back. “Beckett—I’m—”
“I know,” I groaned, my voice a rough whisper. “Let go, baby. I’ve got you.”
And she did.
Her back arched off the bed, her cry muffled against my shoulder as she came, her body pulsing around me.
The feel of her, tight and hot and mine, sent me over the edge.
I buried myself deep inside her, my release spilling into her in thick, hot spurts.
My breath came in ragged gasps, my body shaking with the force of it.