Not done yet

She's still catching her breath when she feels his hands on her, lifting her, turning her. She settles onto his lap, her back against his chest, her legs draped over his thighs. His cock finds her entrance again, sliding into her wet heat from below, and she moans, her head falling back against his shoulder.

His hand finds her hair again, pulling her head back, exposing her throat as he fucks up into her from beneath. She's impaled on him, completely at his mercy, the new angle hitting somewhere deeper, somewhere that makes her see stars.

"Fuck—Chad—"

Her voice is wrecked, barely a whisper, as she rocks against him, meeting his thrusts. The grey light catches the sheen of sweat on her skin, the mess of her hair, the dazed bliss on her face. She's never felt this full, this taken, this completely owned.

Her hand reaches back, fingers threading into his hair, holding him close as he fucks her from below. She turns her head, pressing her lips to his jaw, his cheek, anywhere she can reach.

"I'm yours. Right now. I'm yours."

The words slip out before she can stop them, raw and honest and terrifying. She doesn't take them back.