Window Seat

They stumbled towards the bed, their lips never parting, their hands exploring every inch of skin they could reach. Lena’s robe fell open, and his shirt followed, their clothes landing in a heap on the floor.

They tumbled onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and desperate kisses. Lena’s hands roamed over his chest, his shoulders, his back. His skin was warm and smooth beneath her fingers, his muscles flexing as he moved over her.

He kissed his way down her throat, his lips tracing the line of her collarbone. Lena arched beneath him, her body craving more. His mouth found her breast, his tongue swirling around her nipple. She gasped at the sensation, her fingers digging into his hair.

He moved lower, his lips trailing over her stomach, her hips. He kissed the inside of her thigh, his breath hot against her skin. Lena’s legs fell open, her body trembling with anticipation.

His tongue found her clit, and she cried out, her hips bucking off the bed. He licked her slowly, thoroughly, his tongue circling and flicking against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Lena’s hands fisted in the sheets, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

He brought her to the edge again and again, each time pulling back just before she could topple over. Lena was mindless with desire, her body writhing beneath him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“Please,” she begged, her voice ragged. “I need—I need to come.”

He chuckled against her skin, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure through her body. “Not yet,” he murmured. “I want to be inside you when you come.”

He moved up her body, his hips settling between her thighs. Lena could feel the hard length of him pressing against her, hot and insistent. She reached down, her hand wrapping around him, guiding him to her entrance.

He pushed inside her slowly, inch by inch, until he was seated to the hilt. Lena gasped at the feel of him, the way he stretched her, filled her. He stilled for a moment, letting her adjust, his forehead pressed against hers.

And then he started to move, his hips rocking against hers. Lena met him thrust for thrust, her legs wrapping around his waist. They moved together, their bodies in perfect sync, the city lights their only audience.

Lena could feel the tension building in her body, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter. She was close, so close, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles.

“Come for me,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”

His words sent her over the edge. Lena cried out as her orgasm crashed over her, her body trembling with the force of it. He followed a moment later, his hips jerking as he spilled inside her.

They stayed like that for a long moment, their bodies still joined, their breath mingling. Lena’s hands roamed over his back, his shoulders, tracing the lines of his muscles. He turned his head, pressing a soft kiss to her collarbone.

Finally, he pulled out, rolling to the side and gathering her into his arms. Lena curled against him, her head resting on his chest. They lay in silence for a long moment, basking in the afterglow.