He pressed her down with his weight, both hands cradling the back of her skull, tangling in her hair. “Let me, Mary,” he said. He bent his head and bit lightly at the pulse in her neck, but then his eyes were back on hers, and she was swimming in them, tumbling, lashed to him and spinning, just the two of them. “Let me,” he said again, part command, part plea.

“Condom,” she gasped, and he scrabbled at his nightstand drawer, grappling for a moment, before he brought an unopened box to his mouth and tore it gracelessly open. Condoms flew in an arc over the bed and onto the floor, but thankfully there was one in easy reach. Again, he was on his knees over her, shoving his shorts and boxers down to midknee.

He bounced free, his shaft almost touching his own stomach he wanted her so badly. Mary gasped, needing more oxygen than the hot, close air this room was providing her. His shaft was blunt and wide. Mary took the opportunity while he was tearing the condom open to sit up and get a better look. But she didn’t have time to do more than that. His hands came down, and he firmly slid the condom on.

He barred a forearm across her lower back and dragged her hips up to his, tossing her backward onto the bed, cradling her head with one palm as he came over her.

“Yes,” she whispered, reveling in his obvious desperation for her, like he couldn’t go another second without her heat. “Yes.”

With one dexterous hand he pulled her panties to the side and firmly slid a finger, and then another, inside of her, opening her up for him. She hooked a leg around his waist. Mary gasped, huffing air, as John pushed the head of his shaft up against his fingers, docking himself an inch inside of her.

His attention went from between her legs to her face. “Yes?” He crooked his fingers inside of her, rubbing at her G-spot in a crazy-making motion.

“Yes.”

“You’re gonna let me, Mary? You’re finally gonna let me.”

Again, his words were a mixture of plea and command, and the combination had a rush of wetness making her ache between her legs. “Now,” she begged.

John pressed his hips forward, and his hardness pushed into her in the same motion that he removed his fingers. The push and pull of it was unlike anything she’d ever felt before and Mary straight-up screamed as he buried himself to the hilt inside of her.

She was clawed against him completely, her ankles crossed at his lower back, her hands in fists at his shoulder blades, her forehead jammed into the crook of his neck. “John.”

He lifted his head to study her face, his expression softening at whatever he saw there. “I’ll never get enough of you saying my name like that.”