He was inside.
He waited for me to adjust, stretching me, and with a low, guttural groan, he began moving in me. Slowly at first, his hands finding mine, our fingers lacing together, he pressed my hands to the side of my head. There was nowhere else I wanted to be.
In this moment, I felt more than I'd ever felt. Pleasure laced my insides as he thrust in, slid out, paused, and went back in.
My hips moved with him as he started to speed up. I strained to feel every inch of him. I wanted him as deep as possible. I felt him in my fucking stomach.
"Fuck, Bren." His hands moved to my hips, and he held me tight. He began going harder, a little rougher. My climax was building--whipping through me, making me feel feverish, but I couldn't do anything except go with him. I wanted it harder. I wanted it rougher. I wanted him to stay in me forever.
My hands went around his back, and he tipped my hips up, thrusting deep and pausing. He ground in there, and I groaned. I felt myself coming, but I wanted to hold off. I wanted to go with him.
As I raked my nails down his back, he let out a deep growl and began ramming into me.
"Cross!"
His mouth found mine again. His tongue was inside, and I opened for him, feeling him at both ends.
He pummeled into me, and when he slowed, I felt him coming just as my climax ripped through me. We surged together, our bodies straining to get closer than was possible.
Waves went through me, and Cross held me until my body stopped trembling. With a soft kiss to my lips, then forehead, he eased out of me.
I ran my hands over his chest, feeling him tremble above me.
This was unexpected, but so damned good.
It was hot. It was fast. It was--he lifted his eyes to gaze at me, and I reached to touch his mouth. God, that mouth. How could I crave him so soon? I already wanted to be kissing him, to be holding him again, to feel his hands all over my body.
"Holy shit," I breathed.
I pressed my forehead against his chest, and he laughed, running his hand down my arm.
He sounded just out of breath as I was. "You can say that again."
He pulled off the condom and tossed it into a garbage can in the corner, then moved to lie beside me. He curled around me, holding me tight.
He lifted his head to look down at me, his eyes darkening once more.
A lone finger touched my stomach as he murmured, "We're not moving from this bed."
I wanted that too. "Not arguing. I'm good with that."
"Good." He kissed my shoulder, tucking some of my hair behind my neck, gently.
I felt some stickiness between my legs, and as much as I didn't want to move, I needed to. "I should clean up."
Cross nodded, raking a hand over his head. "Okay." He sat up as I slid from the bed and crossed to his bathroom.
When I was coming back, after I'd pulled on one of his clean shirts, his phone buzzed from the floor. He bent to grab it, the screen lighting up his face.
"It's from Taz," he said. His finger scrolled down the phone. He tapped on another text. "Race is fine. She's staying with him. Everyone else went to Manny's." Another text, another tap on his screen. "Someone saw Alex there."
"We have to go."