“You did so well,” I said.
She looked at me like she was finding land. Pupils blown wide, the grey-green of her eyes gone dark and soft and wet, just my Katerina, gone all the way down and looking up at me out of the bottom of it, and she lifted her scarred hand and laid it against my jaw the way I lay mine against hers.
“Youdid well,” she breathed back.
I stripped slow, watching her watch me.
First the shirt—buttons popped one by one, her eyes darkening as my chest came into view. Then the belt, the buckle clinking loud in the quiet room. The zipper next, teeth parting like an invitation. I shoved my pants down, kicked them off, left my cock straining against my boxers just to make her squirm.
She bit her lip.
I hooked my thumbs in the waistband. “You read, baby girl? Or you wanna keep pretending you ain’t staring?”
Her breath hitched.
I peeled the fabric down. My cock sprang free, thick and already leaking, the tip glistening. I palmed myself, stroked slow, just to watch her pupils blow wide. “Look at you. Soaked.”
I climbed back over her, my knees sinking into the mattress. Spread her thighs wider with my hands, her pussy glistening, swollen, begging. I dragged the head of my cock through her slick, coating myself in her. She whimpered.
“Feel that?” I pressed just the tip in, teasing. “That’s how bad you want me. Dripping like a faucet.”
She arched up, tried to take more. I pulled back.
“Nuh-uh, princess. Not yet.” I rubbed my cock against her clit instead, slow circles, her hips jerking under me. “You wanna come? Gotta ask nice.”
“Please—”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me, Daddy.”
I grinned. “Good girl.”
I pushed in, inch by inch, her tight heat swallowing me whole. She gasped, nails digging into my arms. I bottomed out, my balls pressed against her ass, and stayed there, letting her feel every thick inch.
“Fuck, you take me so good,” I groaned. “Like this pussy was made for my cock.”
I pulled out slow, then slammed back in. Her back arched, tits bouncing, mouth open on a moan. I set a brutal pace, hips snapping, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.
“Look at you,” I growled. “Taking it like a fucking champ. My good little girl.”
Her legs locked around my waist, pulling me deeper. I reached between us, thumb circling her clit in time with my thrusts.
“Come for me,” I ordered. “Now.”
She shattered, screaming my name, her pussy clenching around me like a vice. I fucked her through it, then flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and drove into her again.
No rules tonight. Just us. Just this.
I followed her a breath later.
It felt like heaven.
We breathed together, the two of us, as one.
I eased out of her gentle and gathered her up before the cold could find her, because she gets cold after, she shivers, the body coming down off the height of it, and I reached and dragged the heavy blanket up over the both of us, wrapped it close around her shoulders, swaddled her in it like the thing she was, which was mine to keep warm.
“Drink,” I said, getting the glass off the nightstand, holding it to her mouth. “All of it. Don’t argue.”