Page 244 of Say My Name

“You’ll tell me if you need something different.” It’s a question, not a statement. A promise.

“I always do.”

I push inside her in one deep stroke.

Elena cries out, and I cover her mouth with mine. Her body stretches around me, hot and tight enough to drag a curse from my throat.

I stay buried inside her until her thighs loosen.

“Move,” she whispers.

That single, breathless word is all the permission I need. All the permission I’ll ever need from her.

I draw back and drive into her again.

Her nails dig into my shoulders. I set the hard rhythm she asked for, and the bed shifts beneath us as she lifts her hips to take me deeper.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I say against her mouth.

“So do you.”

“That's all I get?”

“I'm tired.”

I thrust harder.

Her answer turns into a gasp.

“Still tired?” I murmur against her jaw, my thumb stroking the inside of her wrist.

“Maybe.”

I catch both her wrists and bring them above her head, holding them together in one hand.

Her pupils widen.

“Tell me if you don't want this.”

“I want it.”

I tighten my grip enough for her to feel it and drive into her again.

“Yes.” Her legs lock around my hips. “Like that.”

I fuck her with her wrists pinned above her and work her clit with my free hand. Elena pulls against my hold, testing it, and I keep her exactly where she asked to be.

“You wanted to forget tomorrow,” I say.

“I'm not there yet.”

I circle her clit and angle my next thrust upward.

Her mouth falls open.

“How about now?”

“Still remember the committee call.”