"Perfect."
I pull her against me, and the feel of her skin on mine is almost too much.
I lift her and she wraps her legs around my waist. I carry her to the bedroom.
We fall onto the bed and I settle between her legs, my cock pressed against her.
She's already wet, and the knowledge makes my control slip.
"I need to be inside you," I say.
"Then do it."
I reach between us and position myself at her entrance, then I push in slowly.
She's tight and hot and perfect. I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing it.
When I'm fully seated inside her, we both go still.
"You okay?" I ask.
"Yeah, you?"
"Yeah."
I start to move, slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in.
She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me deeper.
"Harder," she says.
"You sure?"
"Yes, please, I need more."
I give her what she wants, picking up the pace, driving into her with more force.
The sound of skin on skin fills the room, her moans, my breathing.
I can feel the edge getting closer, the darkness humming under my skin.
The anger and fear and need all tangled together.
But I lock it down. I stay present. I focus on her.
The way she feels under me, the sounds she makes, the way her body responds to mine.
"Touch yourself," I tell her.
Her hand slides between us and I feel her fingers moving against her clit.
Her inner walls clench around me and I groan.
"Fuck, that's it," I say.
I change the angle and drive deeper, harder, chasing the release I can feel building.
She's close. I can tell by the way her breathing changes, the way she's tightening around me.