With her eyes closed and her brows a little creased, she nods quickly. “Yeah… it’s just… a little intense like this.”
I can tell. I’m seated to the hilt. Every inch of me is filling her completely. I sit up just enough to capture her mouth in a quick, hungry kiss.
“You’re doing so fucking good, baby,” I murmur against her lips. “Taking every inch of me like you were made for me.”
I roll my hips a little, gently thrusting into her, which makes her lose her breath. Her head falls back, exposing her throat, and I take the invitation. I move my lips to the column of her neck, sucking lightly when she gasps.
“Do you like it when I’m filling you up like this?” My hands slide to her breasts, cupping their weight as my thumbs circle her tight nipples. “Tell me, Tiff,” I say before pinching them just enough to make her arch.
“Y-yes,” she whispers, the word trembling, barely audible over the wet sounds of us moving together.
“Yeah?” I roll one nipple slowly between my thumb and forefinger, tugging gently. When I pick up the pace, I say, “I like it too. Fuck, I love it.”
She shifts then, bracing her hands on my knees behind her, leaning back to open her body even more. Head tipped, spine arched, breasts bouncing softly with every rise and fall. The new angle lets me see everything.
And holy shit, I lied before.
Her naked body spread out for me was breathtaking, but this? This is fucking devastating.
Watching her ride me like she owns me. Her hips rolling in greedy little circles, pussy gripping and clenching around my cock as she chases her own pleasure. Her thighs trembling. Her stomach flexing.
Nothing in the world looks hotter than Tiff using my cock to get herself off. Absolutely nothing.
Except maybe the wrecked, blissed-out expression she’ll make when she comes.
“I’m—” she gasps, her voice cracking. Her rhythm stutters, her hips slowing like she’s trying to hold it back, but I can feel her clenching around me.
I grip her hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh just above her ass, helping her keep the pace while I thrust up to meet her in deeper, harder strokes, hitting that spot that makes her eyes roll.
“Yes, I know, Honey.”
Honey?
Fuck.
Zach’s voice cuts through the hallway like a bucket of ice water, and if I weren’t buried balls-deep in the woman I love, it would’ve killed my erection on the spot.
Tiff’s moaning softly, lost in the rhythm, completely oblivious. I react on instinct: my hand clamps over her mouth, firm but careful, muffling the next sound before it escapes.
Her eyes snap open—wide, startled, pupils blown dark with lust and sudden confusion. Her body freezes mid-roll, every muscle locking around me. The sudden stillness makes me throb harder inside her; she feels it too, a tiny involuntary thrust that pulls a silent curse from my chest.
Zach keeps talking, and I can hear his heavy footsteps pacing back and forth just outside the door.
We don’t move. We barely breathe.
The room feels smaller, hotter with every sound amplified: his voice, the creak of floorboards, the wet, obscene stillness where we’re joined. My cock pulses again, reminding us both we’re still locked together, still needing more.
I slide my hand from her mouth slowly, my thumb brushing her swollen bottom lip before I cup her cheek instead. I guide her down until our mouths meet in a slow, deep kiss. Her tongue slides against mine, tasting of salt and need, and I swallow the tiny whimper she can’t quite hold back.
Zach’s still ranting about something—Honey, arguments, I don’t give a shit. My world has narrowed to this. To how it feels to be inside her but not moving, our breath is mingling.
We’re not fucking right now.
We’re just… connected intimately, and I’ve never been more aware of her, ofus, than in this moment.
It’s only when I hear him growl and the slam of a door that I smile.
“Is he gone?” she husks out, already rolling her hips in tiny, greedy circles, picking up right where we left off.