They looked at each other, and Nadja couldn’t help but feel younger than she was. Like this was a first time. It wasn’t, and yet it was.
“Come here, Doc,” he said and she went to him, sliding a leg over so that she sat on his thighs.
“Closer,” he said, and she scooted forward until she felt the heat of him.
“Closer,” he whispered, and she looked down, down to where he was pressing the base of his cock forward, angling it toward her.
She rose up onto her knees, felt the tip of him grazing through the delicate tissues of her sex, felt him pressing against the very core of her.
“Closer, baby,” he said, his lips against her ear.
She sank down, slowly. So slowly because she didn’t want to miss a millimeter of this feeling, of him. His hands were on her hips now, but he didn’t push. He didn’t thrust up either, even though his jaw was clenched and his throat muscles stood out in relief from the softer parts around them, a pillar of restraint.
She was so slick, so ready for him, that he glided in without resistance. She held her breath, unable to breath, really, as she did what he asked, as she came closer, until she reached the bottom, until he was sheathed all the way inside of her.
“Is this enough?” she asked him, breathless.
“Never,” he growled before his lips crashed against hers.
CHAPTER 24
Robbie held still as she slid down his length with all the reverence of a monk at vespers. He held still as she sat down on his lap, his aching, throbbing dick fully inside of her wet heat. He held still as she took a deep breath.
But then she’d asked him if it was enough and his control had snapped like a rubber band.
He kissed her with a ferocity that surprised him. He was still himself, but somehow more. Like he was becoming a new version of himself in real time. He briefly thought of Pokémon evolutions but shut that down immediately because he was not going to imagine himself as a Pokémon while balls-deep inside the most captivating person he’d ever met.
He hardly knew her. And yet he knew her. He felt like he knew her on a cellular level, on an elemental level, an atomic level. Hell, a cosmic level. Like everything he had ever done in his life had led him to this moment, this woman, this car, this sex.
She began to ride him, slowly and hesitantly. He kissed her like he was starving, like she was the one feeding him instead of the other way around.
She felt so good. So goddamn right.
He’d been so shaky with adrenaline when he’d driven after her, weak with the crash once he’d found her, once he’d found her alive. His hands had been trembling when he’d removed her bra, when he’d cupped her tits in his hands, when he’d taken off his boxer briefs. And then she’d sucked his cock, and he’d had to hold onto her hair and the overhead handle just to keep them from shaking in earnest.
He’d been getting stronger and stronger every day, but now, with Nadja in his lap, in his arms, the most animal part of him sheathed inside the most protected part of her, he felt stronger than he ever had in his life. Whatever she had done to him, whatever she was doing, she was magic. Pure and simple.
“Nadja,” he said against her neck, the taste of her skin lighting up his tastebuds, making his brain go haywire.
“Robbie,” she whined, riding him harder, grinding at the bottom, looking for something.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he said, releasing her left hip to slip his thumb down between where their bodies pressed together, slipping it through her wetness, to rub against her clit.
She moaned, freezing.
“Is that good, Nadja?” he whispered in the quiet.
“Don’t stop,” she said, an exhale as much as it was a command.
He’d do anything she asked. Anything at all. He’d change his name. He’d move. He’d abandon everything he’d ever known. Keeping his thumb pressed tight to her clit was easy.
She lost her rhythm, lost to pleasure, seeming confused by it at the same time.
“It’s never been like this,” she panted. “It’s never… I’ve never… I don’t…”
“Shhh,” he crooned. “I’ve got you, Doc. Just hold on.”
He thrust up into her as hard as he could and her eyelids flew open.