"I've never been more sure of anything." She pulls me closer by my hips.
I line myself up at her entrance, the head of my dick pressing against her pussy. "Tell me if it's too much."
I push in slowly, and we both groan at the sensation. She's so tight, so wet, and it takes everything in me not to just slam in.
"More," she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. "I need more."
I push in further, inch by inch, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. When I'm fully seated inside her, we're both breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.
"Fuck, Red. You feel incredible." I'm shaking with the effort of staying still.
"Move," she begs. "Please, Ty. I need you to move."
I start slow, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, and she moans.
"Harder," she gasps. "I need it harder."
I pick up the pace, driving into her with more force, and shemeets me thrust for thrust. The dryer's shaking beneath us, the sound of our bodies coming together filling the small room.
"This pussy," I groan, my fingers digging into her hips. "So fucking perfect. Taking me so well."
"Ty—oh god—right there?—"
I angle my hips, hitting that spot inside her that makes her cry out, and she's clinging to me, her head thrown back.
"Look at me," I demand. “I want to see your face when I make you come."
Her eyes lock on mine, and I reach between us, my thumb finding her clit.
"I’m not going to last," she gasps. “I’m so close?—"
"Then come for me, Red. I want to feel your pussy squeezing me."
I rub her clit in tight circles while driving into her, and she shatters. Her whole body clenches around me, her nails raking down my back, my name a broken cry on her lips.
The sensation of her coming around me pushes me over the edge. I bury myself deep, my release hitting me so hard I see stars, groaning her name against her neck.
We stay like this for a long moment, both of us shaking, her arms around my neck, my face pressed against her shoulder. Our hearts are racing together, our breathing slowly coming back to normal.
"Holy shit," she finally whispers.
"Yeah." I pull back enough to look at her. "That was?—"
"Perfect."
"I was going to say life-changing, but perfect works too."
She laughs, the sound bright and free, and I kiss her again because I can. Because she's mine and I'm hers, and we just crossed every line we've been dancing around for months.
27
NORA
We're still in the laundry room, both of us breathing hard, trying to process what just happened.
I'm sitting on the dryer in just his t-shirt that he grabbed for me, my legs still shaking, and he's leaning against the opposite wall in his jeans, no shirt, looking at me like I'm something precious.
"I meant it," he says quietly. "I love you. I've been in love with you for weeks, maybe months now."