A litany of need that I answer with my body, giving her whatever she wants.
"I can't wait, Whisky." She warns, shaking in my arms, her inner walls starting to flutter around me. "I'm going to come."
Satisfaction curls through me. I’ve been battling my own climax, fighting the urge to spill inside her from the second I slid into her warmth.
"Let go, give it to me," I demand through clenched teeth, craving the feel of her release with me buried deep inside her. I angle my hips, hitting that spot I found earlier with my fingers, and she shatters.
The power of her orgasm, how she clenches around my stiff length, triggers my own pleasure crashing through me in waves so intense, I see stars. With one final thrust, I bury myself tothe hilt and stay there, pulsing inside her, as I groan against her throat and sag into her, my body weight holding her up rather than my arms, as I hang on.
We stay like that, pressed against the door, for long minutes after, both of us stunned into silence. Briefly, it occurs to me that anyone could be on the other side listening.
"That was..." She blinks hard and trails off again, a smile curling the corners of her mouth as she laughs weakly.
I kiss her temple, her cheek, her lips. "It really was."
Slowly, carefully, I slide out of her and lower her feet to the floor. She wobbles, and I catch her, but after getting caught up in the pile of discarded clothes and shoes at our feet, we end up tangled on the floor, my back against the carpet, and her body sprawled across my chest.
"We didn't even make it to the bed," she observes, her voice slurred with satisfaction as I draw swirls and circles on her back with my fingertips, relishing the feel of her body touching mine, skin on skin, from head to toe.
"Give me ten minutes, Red." I trail my fingers up her spine, and she shivers, curling into me, despite the warmth of the room. "I'll make it up to you if you let me."
Her eyes lift to mine, and I wait for her reaction. Does she want more?
When it comes, her answer is to shimmy higher up my body and kiss me, long and hard.
Feeling triumphant, I bury my fingers into her messy red hair and roll us so she’s underneath me, parting her thighs with my knee. She watches, biting her lip hard, as I dispose of one condom and put on another.
When I gently enter her once more, our eyes remain locked until she tips her head back, clenching tightly around me with a sexy whimper.
This time is slower, more deliberate. I map every inch of her body with my hands and mouth, stroke in and out slowly, watching her closely, learning what makes her gasp and what makes her dig her nails in and beg for more.
By the time we finally come together again, it feels less like sex and more like I’m worshipping her, branding her body and her soul, and burning her into mine.
Finally, finally, we make it to the mattress itself for round three, where I press her into the pillows and take my time until she's practically sobbing, clawing at me, pleading with me to let her come.
Somewhere in the haze of all-consuming desire, I realize I want her to know my name, to hear it on her lips when she comes again. Whisky isn’t good enough. This is not just good chemistry or a random hookup. I’m already addicted to her.
Afterward, I kiss and caress every bit of exposed skin I can reach, gentle and reverent after the wildness of what we’ve just done.
“You’re incredible, Red. You might just be the perfect woman for me.”
She watches me with a contented smile on her face that makes my chest puff up with pride. Something tells me she rarely lets her guard down.
"You're sweet too," she murmurs. "Didn't expect that."
Looming over her, I give her a quick peck on the lips that feels oddly intimate despite having just tasted every part of her body. "I'm full of surprises."
“You certainly are.” She laughs, having no idea just how true that statement is, and the sound makes me feel like a king again.
Nuzzling her neck, I absorb more of her distinctly human scent, a seed of doubt planting itself in my thoughts.
She’s not a shifter. Could she really be mine?
I guess there’s only one way to find out.
Right then, I decide I want to take her to dinner tomorrow in my new house and learn what makes her giggle like that and what makes her tick. I want to know it all.
Grabbing my phone from where my jeans ended up crumpled near the door, I unlock it and throw it to her. "Put your number in."