“Now. I want you now.” She traces my tip up and down through her lips. Warm and soft. My cock pulses with need. I roll a condom on and position myself at her entrance. My eyes flutter closed as I slip into her heat.

“So tight,” I grunt, and then surge forward, balls deep. I still, frozen, my head resting in the crook of her neck. “Fuck, you feel good.”

Her hips buck up, wanting movement, but I need a minute to regain control. When my eyes open, I gaze into forest green and hidden gold as we find our rhythm. I lift her hips, searching for that one spot, the spot that will send her head tilting backward and her back lurching forward.

I lift one long, slender leg and place it over my shoulder, raising her higher, sending me deeper. I bite the inside of her thigh, right above her knee. Her fingers roam my chest and my abs and around to my back. Her nails grate my skin.

She tenses around me, muscles quivering, eyes closed. She’s close. I pull out and spin her on her side. I lie down behind her, lift her thigh, and slide back inside. God, she’s soaked and tight and feels like heaven. My fingers match the rhythm of my thrusts, working her clit, as her pants and moans and noises grow frantic.

“Rye,” she chants over and over.

“That’s it, baby. One more time.”

“I’ve already come. I don’t know…”

“You can do it.” Her muscles tighten, as if they have a mind of their own and can respond to my commands. “That last one was tiny. Give it to me.”

I press hard on her clit, then slap my hand over her and vibrate my fingers rapidly, just like I imagine she works herself. Her head falls back against my shoulder.

“Ryan,” she breathes out. My name so soft out of her lips catches me off guard, grabs my focus, and ends it for me. I pulse into her, spilling in burst after burst as the room goes dark. I gasp for oxygen. Her body quivers around me. She whimpers, and I place tender kisses along the side of her face. I cup her breast as my hips surge forward, not wanting to leave her.

When I collapse onto my back, my dick slips out. A slight haze of sweat chills my skin.

“Fuck. You’re really good at that.”

I chuckle. The sound feels foreign. Rusty from lack of use.

“You sound surprised.”

“No.” She is still on her side, her back to me. We both lie crossways over her comforter, and our feet hang off the bed. I trail a finger along her arm, down the curve of her waist, and up the arch of her hip. “Well, maybe. I didn’t have high expectations.”

I bite down, letting my teeth sink into her shoulder playfully. She squirms.

“Hey.” She rolls her shoulder toward me, so her back falls partially against me and the bed. She reaches up to stroke my jaw, and I bend over her to take her mouth once again.