3:12 a.m.
The house was dark except for the thin blade of moonlight cutting across my bedroom floor. I wasn't asleep. I hadn't really slept since the kitchen counter, since the moment I poured myself into her and felt her clench around me like she was trying to keep me forever.
My door opened without a knock.
She slipped inside wearing nothing but shadows and the scent of sex. Her silhouette paused at the foot of my bed, breathing fast, like she'd run from her room even though it was only twenty feet away.
I didn't speak. I just pushed the sheet down to my thighs.
Moonlight painted the length of my cock where it lay thick and flushed against my stomach, already wet at the tip. Her breath caught audibly.
"I tried," she whispered. "I laid in that bed alone and I tried so hard to stay there. I told myself we'd done enough. That tomorrow we could pretend to be normal again."
She took one step closer. Another. Until her knees touched the mattress.
"I can still feel you inside me," she said, voice cracking. "Every time I move. Every time I breathe. You're dripping out of me and I keep pushing it back in with my fingers because I can't stand losing even a drop."
I sat up slowly and reached for her. She came willingly, crawling onto the bed, straddling my lap without hesitation. The heat of her pussy settled over my cock like it belonged there. She was soaked (had been soaked for days), and the slick mess we'd made earlier had dried sticky between her thighs.
She cupped my face with trembling hands and kissed me (soft at first, then deeper, hungrier). Her tongue slid against mine, tasting like toothpaste and guilt and need.
"I'm done fighting it," she breathed against my mouth. "I just want you. All of you. However you'll have me."
I flipped her onto her back so fast she gasped. Pinned her wrists above her head with one hand and used the other to spread her thighs wide. She opened for me instantly, knees falling to the sides, offering everything.
I didn't tease. I lined up and sank into her in one slow, relentless thrust.
She arched off the bed with a broken cry, pussy fluttering around me like it had been waiting hours for this exact moment. I bottomed out and stayed there, grinding deep, letting her feel every inch she'd begged for in silence.
"Quiet," I warned against her ear. "You wake the neighbors and I stop."
She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood and nodded frantically.
I started to move (long, deep strokes that dragged over every sensitive spot inside her). The bed creaked softly beneath us, the only sound besides her muffled whimpers and the wet slide of my cock claiming her over and over.
She came fast the first time (within a dozen strokes), body locking up, pussy milking me in rhythmic pulses. I didn't slow down. I fucked her through it, angling to hit that spot again and again until she was shaking, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.
I pulled out suddenly and she whined, reaching for me. I flipped her onto her stomach, hauled her hips up, and drove back in from behind. The new angle made her scream into the pillow (raw, desperate). I draped myself over her back, one hand sliding beneath to rub tight circles on her clit while I pounded into her.
"Feel that?" I growled against her ear. "That's me owning you. Every inch of this cunt is mine now."
She came again, harder, squirting around my cock in hot pulses that soaked the sheets. I kept going, relentless, until her legs gave out and she collapsed beneath me, trembling.
I wasn't finished.
I rolled her onto her side, hooked her top leg over my hip, and slid back in slow. Face to face now. Close enough to watch every flicker across her expression. Her eyes were glassy, lips swollen, cheeks flushed dark.
"Look at me," I said.
She did. Couldn't look away.
I fucked her like that (slow, deep, grinding), watching her fall apart piece by piece. Her breath hitched every time I bottomed out. Tears slipped down her temples into her hair.
"I love you," she whispered suddenly, voice wrecked. "I love you so much it hurts."
I kissed her through the words, swallowing them, tasting them. My thrusts turned harder, faster. The headboard started tapping the wall in a steady rhythm.
She clung to me, nails digging into my back, and came a third time (quiet this time, just a shuddering exhale against my neck and the rhythmic clench of her pussy pulling me deeper).
I followed her over.
I buried myself to the root and let go, flooding her in thick, heavy pulses. There was so much it leaked out around my cock immediately, running down her thigh in warm rivulets. She moaned at the feel of it, hips rocking to take every drop.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard, hearts hammering against each other.
After a minute she started to laugh (soft, wet, incredulous).
"What?" I asked, kissing the tears from her temples.
"I can feel it in my womb," she said. "You're so deep I swear I can feel you filling me up."
I pulled out slowly and watched my cum follow, thick and white, pooling on the sheet between her legs. She reached down immediately, gathering it on her fingers and pushing it back inside with a soft, reverent moan.
"Don't waste it," she murmured.
I collapsed beside her and pulled her into my arms. She curled against my chest like she'd always belonged there, one leg thrown over mine, pussy still leaking slowly against my thigh.
We didn't speak again for a long time.
Eventually her breathing evened out, soft and trusting. I thought she'd fallen asleep.
Then, so quietly I almost missed it:
"Stay inside me tomorrow night. All night. I don't want to be empty again."
I pressed my lips to her forehead.
"Every night," I promised.
The breaking was complete.
There was no going back now (only deeper).