She lies back on the bed again, and I hover over her. We both take a moment to drink in the sight of each other, naked with our desire visibly written on our bodies. Mine, an aching and pulsing hardness. Hers, a slick wetness that coats me as I drag my cock through her heat. Her hand skates up and over my chest. It lands on top of my still-pounding heart.

I’m going to combust if I’m not inside her for one second longer. I rest my forearm next to her head, my hand nestled in the silky strands of her hair, as I guide myself to her entrance. In one desperate thrust, I’m inside her. She lets out a sound that’s somewhere between a whimper and a sigh of relief.

I stop, trying to read her expression. “Are you okay, beautiful?” I ask, stroking her hair and kissing her jaw.

“Yes.” She nods emphatically. “Yes. I forgot, is all. It’s you.”

“It’s me,” I reassure her as I press inside another inch. “This okay?”

“Mm-hmm.” Her blue eyes meet mine, clear desire burning in them. “More.” Her legs fall open even further, giving me the access I need. Unable to resist, I shift again so I’m fully seated inside her. The moan that falls from my lips is positively indecent.

Leaning back, I shift so I’m sitting on my knees. I cup under Scarlett’s legs and bring her closer to me. She arches her back, giving me a perfect view of her breasts.

“Open your legs wider, beautiful,” I coax her. “That’s it. Perfect.”

I touch her where we’re joined, coating my finger in her wetness, then use that finger to circle her exactly the way she did.

“Yes. Oh my god, yes,” she says as she rocks her hips back and forth.

“You’re taking me so well, Scarlett.” I tell her as I thrust inside her. “You are so beautiful like this.” Another thrust. “So perfect.” Another. With each movement, she writhes beneath me, and her walls start to clench around my cock.

“I need more,” she says. “Harder.”

Before she knows what’s happening, I pull out, stand at the edge of the bed, and grab her ankles to drag her toward me. In one movement, I’m back inside her, deeper this time, using the added leverage to go harder like she asked.

“You can give me one more, Scarlett,” I encourage her as I put more pressure on her clit. “I know you can.”

“Mm-hmm,” she moans again, biting her lip. “Almost.”

“Come apart for me,” I demand as I pump myself in and out of her. After a few more thrusts, she does, her powerful orgasm pulling me right over the edge with her.