Page 71 of Echo: Line
"Tell me what you need."
"You. Inside me. Now."
Hard to argue with that.
I settle between her thighs. The heat of her against me makes my vision blur. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. Impatient.
"Slow," I remind her. "Want to feel every second of this."
"Later we can go slow." Her nails dig into my shoulders. "Right now I need to feel you. Need to know this is real."
I understand. The desperation underneath the desire. We came too close to losing this. Too close to never having another moment together.
I enter her slowly despite her urgency. Watching her face. The way her eyes flutter closed. The way her mouth falls open on a silent gasp. She's tight and perfect and taking me like she was made for this.
"Look at me," I say.
Her eyes open. Blue and intense and locked on mine.
"Stay with me," I murmur.
"Always."
I start to move. Slow at first despite what she asked for. Learning her rhythm. The angle that makes her breath catch. The pace that has her fingers clawing at my back.
"Harder." She lifts her hips to meet mine. "Alex, please."
I give her what she needs. Driving deeper. Faster. The bed frame creaks with the force of it but neither of us cares. There's only this. Only us. Only the slide of skin on skin and the sound of our breathing filling the small room.
Her hands slide down my back to my ass, urging me on. I shift the angle slightly and she cries out. There. That's the spot that makes her come undone.
"Right there." Her voice is wrecked. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
"Not stopping." I brace myself on one arm, use my free hand to touch where we're joined. She's slick and hot and when my fingers find the right spot she bows off the bed.
"Alex. Oh god, Alex."
"Let go." I'm close myself but I need to feel her come first. Need to know I can give her this. "Come for me, Delaney."
She does. Her whole body tightens around me. Her nails rake down my back hard enough to leave marks. Her voice breaks on my name as she pulses around me in waves.
The sensation drags me over with her. I bury my face in her neck and let go. Pour everything into her. All the fear from today. All the relief. All the things I can't say yet but feel with crushing intensity.
For long moments we stay locked together. Hearts pounding. Breathing ragged. Her fingers gentle now in my hair. My weight pressing her into the mattress but she doesn't complain.
Eventually I shift to the side, taking some of my weight off her. She makes a small sound of protest and follows me. Curlsinto my side with her head on my chest and her leg thrown over mine.
"That was..." She trails off.
"Yeah."
"We should probably do that again sometime."
"Definitely." I press a kiss to the top of her head. "Maybe when we're not both injured and exhausted."
"Where's the fun in that?"
I laugh. Actually laugh. After the day we've had, she can still make me laugh.
