Page 98 of Unsteady

She cries out louder than I’m expecting and my hands closes over her mouth as I look at her, grinning wildly.

I stretch back to hover over her and lean in towards her ear.

“The entire hockey team is in my kitchen,” I whisper, my hand trailing her side to tuck against the soft fabric of her thong, tugging it down over her hips. “So, maybe I should let you scream as loud as you want, Gray. Then, there’ll be no mistaking who exactly you belong to.”

“Oh god,” she whimpers, shoving my hand off her mouth, but gripping it in her own hands like a lifeline. “Rhys.”

“Fuck, I love that.”

She says my name again, as I press my fingers against her, finding her hot and wet. I glide into her easily, still as shocked as the first time kneeling beneath her in the showers, at how perfect she feels.

She comes, a keening sound from her lips before she’s sucking on air, pulling my hand to her mouth to bite on my fingers.

I want to be inside of her, so desperately I have to close my eyes and focus not to spill in my boxers like a teenager.

IknowI can love her. I just don’t know if she’ll let me. And for now, this—her like this for me, soft forme. That’s enough.

As I slip my boxers off, she slides her bra completely off, bared beneath me. I lean over her to grab a condom from my nightstand and take a minute just to admire her, the back of my hand coasting her stomach and resting on her hip.

She’s staring too, but there isn’t that fervent need in her eyes like there usually is, like she might explode if I make her go any slower.

Her small hand grips my chin lightly, pointing my eyes to her—the move so similar to the times she’s attempted to take control before, but then her soft mouth parts on a breath and she asks, “Are you sure?”

My chest aches and I copy her move, except my hand caresses and cups her cheek. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

I almost sayI love youbut manage to strangle the words in my throat because I know she’ll think it’s ridiculous.

She smiles at me, her eyes vibrant in a way I rarely get to see, before they haze over at the first push of me inside her.

“Fuck,” she gasps, her hands pressing my shoulders for a second and I pause, a mix of apprehension and pride swirling. “God, I really forgot about how big you are. You’re going to tear my poor pussy.”

I kiss the bridge of her nose, sliding slowly in another inch. “Don’t be ridiculous,kotyonok. You can take it.”

She pulses at my words, moaning as the discomfort disappears and a little writhe of pleasure moves through her body. Another moan pulls from her as I press all the way in.

“Seems like your little pussywantsme,” I manage to grunt, but my voice isn’t rasping with sex like I intend. It’s grappling for some semblance of control as she grips me like a vise.

“Iwant you,” she clarifies, and it breaks the leash.

My hips snap, working into a steady, quick pace.

It’s almost ridiculous how much such a little thing can move and wiggle around beneath me. She’s driving me insane to the point I snap my hand out and steady her with a light grip on the back of her neck.

A grip she uses to pull me closer, forcing my weight more heavily onto her as I falter in my perfected pace, barely holding myself up on a knee.

“I’ll crush you.” I chuckle into the mess of her hair tickling my nose, pressing my hand to the mattress to lift up.

“I don’t care.” She smiles, a little giggle. “Please. Harder.”

Please.Giggles.

It’s never been like this before, so simple and perfect and playful. More than sex, something else is forming between us.

I work my body around hers, like a snake winding around her waist easily, lifting her off the bed and into my arms. So she feels closer to me without my entire body crushing hers.

The strong muscles of her legs grip my waist in a way that’s so comfortingly familiar, I nuzzle into her.

“I’m gonna come,” she says, her tone so breathy it’s almost a whisper.

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