He planted his hands either side of my head, looked deep into my eyes and then started a slow pumping of his hips that sent him deeper. I rocked my head back on the pillow, chin to the ceiling, and bit my lip at how good it felt, at the fluttering in my belly as he filled me, stretched me. The weight of him settled between my legs, pinning me, and another wave of dark heat fireworked out and then contracted into a glowing, pulsing center.

He took his weight on his elbows so that he could cup my face in his hands, fingertips toying with my hair as we stared into each other’s eyes. His thrusts were slow at first, tender little kisses of his groin against mine, as if he was afraid of hurting me. I felt his whole body going hard with the tension of holding back. But I didn’t want him to hold back, and when my hands crept down his back and pulled lightly at the small of his back, he growled and let loose.

My breath shook as he began to pump hard into me: the silken friction of him, the heat of him so deep inside. I glanced down the bed and saw his ass rising and falling between my thighs, and a wave of heat rippled through me. I grabbed at the sheet with both hands, scrunching it in my fists, the pleasure tightening and concentrating with every hard thrust.

He pounded me and I began to writhe and buck beneath him, tilting my hips to meet him. He ducked his head and licked at my nipples, then lowered himself more, letting his chest rub against the hardened peaks as he fucked me. The pleasure was folding in on itself, now, growing as heavy and dense as the core of a star. I could feel the climax thundering towards me, unstoppable, and I lost control. I lifted my feet off the bed and stroked at the backs of his thighs and his ass with the soles, urging him on. My mouth opened but I didn’t know what I was going to say until I said it. “Don’t stop.” The voice didn’t sound like my own. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

He growled again, as if hearing me say that turned him on even more. He went harder, faster, and I reached up and grabbed two fistfuls of the pillow, crushing it in my fists as the pleasure became incandescent, my whole body strumming with its power. I was on the very edge. Nothing else existed, just Danny and me and the feeling of him taking me. “Don’t stop, don’t—”