Page 124 of Midnight Between Us
I reach for the nightstand.The foil packet’s already there—like she placed it just in case like she dared to dream of this moment, of me.I pick one and tear it open, rolling the condom down over my cock with slow precision, my breath shallow as I fight the urge to pin her down and fuck her until she forgets everything that came before this.This time is only us, now, and hopefully our future.
I press a kiss to the soft dip just below her navel, dragging my hand down the inside of her thigh as I settle between her legs.She’s spread open for me, flushed and glistening, her pussy twitching like it’s aching for me to fill her.I line up at her entrance, my cock thick and straining, every muscle in my body pulled tight with restraint.
“Keir,” she whispers, and fuck if my name doesn’t sound like a prayer.
“Breathe,” I rasp.“Let me in.”
The head of my cock presses against her, and the heat of her nearly unravels me.She’s tight—so tight I have to grit my teeth as I push forward, easing in an inch, then another.
She shudders.“Oh—fuck.”
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, my hand curling around her hip to steady us both.“You’re squeezing the life out of me.”
Her body tenses, trying to take me, stretch around me, and I go slow.I want her to feel every inch.I want her to remember this.Us.The way we never really stopped fitting together.
I push in deeper.Her slick heat envelops me, inch by inch, tight and trembling, pulling me in like her body knows exactly where I belong.Her back arches, her fingers claw at the sheets, her pussy flutters around me as I bottom out with a low, guttural groan.
“You okay?”I ask, breathing hard, barely holding back.
She nods, eyes glassy, mouth parted.“I can feel all of you.Every fucking inch.”
My cock throbs inside her.“That’s the point.”
I stay there, buried deep, giving her a moment—giving us a moment.My hand smooths over her side, up to her ribs, then brushes the soft swell of her breast.I lean down, mouth tracing her collarbone, then the spot just beneath it where her heartbeat kicks wild under my lips.I don’t move yet.I just feel her—her warmth, the rhythm of her breath, the way she’s letting me in without a single wall left standing.
Then I pull out slow, almost all the way, watching her lip’s part, her brows draw tight with the ache of losing me inch by inch.Her pussy clenches like it’s trying to hold on like her body’s just as desperate as mine to stay connected.
When I push back in, it’s with a slow roll of my hips that buries me deep.Her mouth falls open.A soft, broken sound escapes her—somewhere between a gasp and a moan, all need, no filter.
I brush her hair off her face, eyes locked on hers.Her hands slide up my back, nails digging in as her hips lift, meeting me halfway like she’s begging for more without saying a word.
And then she does.She moans louder, her voice trembling.“Harder, Keir.”
Her words rip through what little restraint I have left.
I snap my hips forward, and she cries out, head tipping back, body jerking against the mattress.Her pussy grips me, so tight and wet I nearly lose it.
“Fuck,” I growl, thrusting again—deeper, harder, letting her feel all of it.
She meets me, grinding up to take me deeper, matching me stroke for stroke like she needs this just as bad.Like she’s been starving, too.
And I give it to her.
“You feel that?”I grit out, my voice rough against her ear as I drive back into her.“That’s me.Filling every part of you.”
She moans, eyes glassy, hands fisting the sheets.“I want more.”
“You’ll get it,” I growl, my hand slipping between us, fingers finding her clit.She jerks beneath me when I circle it—slow at first, then faster, tighter, crueler.“But not until I watch you come again.”
She gasps, her back arching, spine bowing like her body’s trying to lift off the bed.Her thighs twitch around my hips, her breath stuttering with every drag of my cock, thick and deep and relentless inside her.
“Fuck—Keir?—”
I hold her gaze as I fuck her through it—slow, hard thrusts that force her to take me all over again.Her pussy stretches and pulls at me, soaked and swollen, every stroke a promise I’ll never let her forget this.
I watch myself disappear into her, hips slapping against her inner thighs, the sound slick and obscene and perfect.She’s flushed everywhere—cheeks, chest, the trembling rise of her breasts pressed against mine—and her body pulses around me like she’s giving in, bit by bit, breath by breath.
I don’t stop.
