He stilled, slipped them from me. When I blinked my lids open, he was hovering over me. So close. “It’s you and me. For once, trust.”

I nodded because I could only feel. Then he licked his fingers.

The action, knowing he was tasting me, that I was so wet that it was all over him, was dirty. That he saw me this way, sexual. Perhaps passionate. Desirable.

I reached between us, worked on his belt. Since my thighs were clamped around his waist, he was able to use both hands, grab a condom from his pocket then push his jeans down. I heard the sound of foil, then the bump of Jed’s hands as he slid on protection, then set himself right at my entrance. My pussy clenched in anticipation.

His eyes met mine. Held.

“Do it,” I said, then my breath was cut off as he thrust up hard, filling me in one stroke.

“Fuck,” he growled, his head settling at my neck.

A hand went to my ass and squeezed as my body rippled and stretched to accommodate him. I hadn’t seen how big he was, but I felt it.

The tiny room was warm. Sweat dotted my skin. My dress was bunched and probably wrinkled. And I was aching and throbbing with need.

He rolled his hips, pulled back and thrust. Again and again.

We didn’t say anything. Didn’t need to. I clung and grabbed, rolled my hips and bowed my back. Got worked and fucked and filled.

“North.”

I blinked my eyes open at my name. His face was right there, his gaze heavy lidded and dark. Wild and untamed.

He took one of my hands from his hair and brought it between us, set his fingers over mine on my clit. “Show me how.”

I stared at him, confused, then he moved his fingers, moving mine. He wanted me to come. Knew this was how to do it.

I took over, adjusting my fingers in the flat way I liked, made the usual small circles.

He thrust deep and I moved faster. God, the thick feel of him and having my clit worked. It was…

“Oh,” I whispered.

“Good girl. You’re going to come for me.” He talked as he rocked his hips, slowly fucking me. “You feel so good. Fuck, so tight. So wet.”

Then he got filthier. Both hands cupped my bare ass, but a finger slipped between and over my back entrance and—

I clamped down on his dick and came. “Holy shit!” I cried, my fingers still strumming my clit as a fingertip brushed over me there.

White lights danced behind my closed eyelids. My fingers tingled, my body was wracked with the most amazing pleasure. Being filled so deep, my clit being stimulated was amazing, but it was that extra touch I had no idea would feel so good.

Sharp and bright. Hot and intense.