Staying In

Morning light slid across the sheets while Athena rolled onto her stomach and stayed there, refusing every nudge. Stirling’s fingers hooked her hip, ready to drag her from bed, until the line between prodding and invitation broke. She grabbed his wrist, pulled his hand between her thighs, and lifted her ass toward him in clear invitation. He had her panties pushed down before her first lazy moan finished. Hard already, he shoved inside her from behind, the first thrust rocking her flat against the mattress. She clawed at the headboard, pushing back on every stroke. Their breaths turned ragged, the sheets twisted tight around his fist as he drove harder, hips slapping the backs of her legs. Sweat slicked her spine; he licked it off and bit her shoulder when she whispered for more. The mattress squeaked a fast, filthy rhythm while he rutted her until she shook under him, biting the pillow to keep the building scream down. He didn’t stop until he spent himself in her, holding her hips so every final thrust pushed his come deep. For one stolen breath afterward, everything outside that room could burn for all they cared.