Page 54 of Dial L for Lawyer
"Yes. Fuck, yes."
I'm already there, lining up at her entrance, barely able to keep my voice low enough to speak. "Serena…"
She pulls me in with her legs, wraps them around my hips. "Don't wait."
The first thrust is like breaking through the surface and tasting air after being underwater for years. I slide into her and she moans, low and unrestrained, head thrown back on the pillow like she's already half gone. She's so tight, so perfect, I have to hold still or this is going to be over embarrassingly fast.
"Move," she demands, wrapping her legs around me, those heels digging into my ass. "Please, Caleb, I need you to move."
The wordless, animal sound that comes out of me isn't even human. I move because I have to—because I can't not—thrusting into her with a power and desperation I've never let myself give anyone.
"Fuck, Caleb, yes," she gasps, arching beneath me. "Harder."
"You feel so fucking perfect," I groan against her neck. "Jesus, Serena, you're going to kill me. So tight, so perfect, so fucking mine."
"You too," she breathes, nails raking down my back. "Oh God, you too."
There's no distance, no restraint, just the honest, brutal physics of bodies colliding. Her body meets mine like we're built for it. Like the two of us were designed with this moment in mind.
"More," she begs, wrapping her legs tighter. "Please, I need more."
"Greedy," I growl, but I give it to her, driving deeper.
"Caleb!" She cries my name, and I bite her shoulder to keep from yelling loud enough to get us both arrested on a noise complaint. The dress stays on, twisted and bunched, the heels bruise my hips, and it feels so fucking perfect I never want to stop.
"I'm close," she pants. "Don't stop, don't you dare?—"
"Fuck, Serena." I have to slow, have to go still, have to grit my teeth and hold my breath. "Need a second or this is going to be over."
"No," she protests, trying to move her hips. "Please, I need?—"
I bite her shoulder for real and she lets out a noise so wild it makes me want to do it again, want to leave teeth marks all the way down her body, paint her in proof that she was mine, that she was here, that all those months of absence, of hunger, of obsessive, lonely hope, were not all in my head.
I pin her wrists above her head and fuck her so deep and so slow she starts to shiver, starts to fall apart, her legs not just shaking but kicking out, calf muscle flexing with every drive.
"Yes," she gasps. "God, Caleb. Yes!"
She struggles her hands free and yanks my face down to hers, kissing me so hard we both lose the air to breathe.
"Don't ever stop," she pants against my mouth. "Please, please don't stop."
"Never," I promise, feeling her cunt tighten around me.
"Caleb! Oh God, Caleb!"
She explodes, gripping me so hard her nails bite into my shoulders. The sound she makes is wild, nearly a sob.
"Fuck, Serena!"
I come hard, with no warning, her name torn from my throat as everything whites out. It's a perfect, ruinous mess. I collapse onto her, pinning her with my full weight, both of us gasping for air.
"Fuck," I pant against her neck.
"Holy shit," she breathes, her hands still clutching my shoulders.
I don't realize my hand is shaking until I push sweaty hair off her face and find I'm trembling like a fucking teenager.
"Jesus," I gasp, then realize that's not even the right word. It doesn't touch it. There isn't enough oxygen left in the room for words. I rest my forehead against hers, trying to will my heart back to a reasonable rate.
