Page 78 of Promise

“Yes,” I moan, as his fingers rub small circles, then dip lower, slipping into me. I groan at the easy glide of the sudden intrusion. He’s so familiar with how to work my body.

One finger dips deep before pulling back. A second one immediately joins the first.

Dart adjusts his wrist, so I’m practically in the palm of his hand, riding his fingers until his thumb flicks, catching on the most sensitive spot.

“Dart,” I gasp, like I haven’t ever been touched like this, when he’s already touched me a thousand times. It feels like it’s been a thousand years ago.

I flatten my hand on his cheek and tilt his head, needing his mouth again, but I’m terrible at multitasking in this manner. All my concentration goes to where his fingers have entered me and his thumb plays me. I grip his shoulders, mouth agape, and rock faster.

“Dart,” I whimper, in shock and awe, and out of control as the orgasm barrels through me like a lightning bolt, striking fast and bright. I cry out one more time, and Dart captures my mouth, breathing in the ecstasy as I break apart over his fingers.

“Forever,” he breathes into my mouth.

Hastily, I reach for the buckle of his belt.

Dart gently removes his fingers and glances between us. “Baby, we don’t have to⁠—”

“Shush.” My fingers shake as I fumble with the buckle and unsnap the button of his jeans.

He chuckles. “Did you just shush me?”

“No talking,” I growl.

“Yes, ma’am.” His hands land on my hips as I push myself upward so I can pull his jeans and underwear lower.

We’re a mix of rushed fingers as he releases me and lifts his hips, shoving down his pants himself, forcing them over his knees. I grip his thick cock.

The touch is like an electric shock. The familiarity of my hand causes his eyes to roll back.

“Trin,” he groans, tipping back his head, as I stroke up and down the steel-like length, swiping my thumb over the tip that weeps with desire.

All movements are based on instinct. I know this man. He knows me.

We both hiss when I bring his tip to my entrance.

His head whips forward, eyes bright and blown. “Trinity.” Restraint sizzles out of his mouth, mingling with my name.

Slowly, I lower, taking him in, inch by excruciating inch, until I can’t hold the base of him anymore. Then I fall. Drawing him the rest of the way into my body.

Dart snaps forward and wraps his arms around me, holding me tight. Pinned to him. His forehead meets my shoulder, and he exhales.

“Never thought I’d be here again.”

We’re here, but we aren’t. This is different. While we might have fucked on these stairs before, that was another time, a different us, and a totally new position.

This time, I’m in control.

“So good,” he whispers.

I run my hands around his head and then gently tug his hair, so he tips back. My mouth crashes against him in a kiss that’s almost painful at first.

Then I release him and shift, lifting my hips.

Dart falls back again. His elbows land with a thud on the tread. His fingers dig into my hips.

He lets me lead.

And I lose control.