Page 57 of Easy, Tiger

"Tell me." My own voice is rough, strained. Her touch is relentless, coaxing more from me, her thumb swiping over the head of my cock, spreading the wetness there.

"When—" She breaks off, panting, as I curl my fingers again. Her inner muscles clench around them. "When are you going to stop teasing?"

"When you’re ready." Pressing deeper, I witness desire take over her face. "When you're trembling."

Her laugh is shaky and breathless. "I’ve been trembling since you carried me to this bed." Her hand speeds up, tightening, and I groan, my hips bucking into her grip, precum beads slicking her palm. "See?" She strokes harder, her thumb skimming beneath the head. "You’re ready too."

Withdrawing my fingers slowly, I sense her body follow the movement. She’s flushed and open, her gaze locked on mine with only want. "Halsey." Her name is a plea and a promise.

"Now," she whispers, her legs hooking around my hips. "Stop staring and⁠—"

Surging forward, I sink into her heat in one seamless thrust. Her gasp turns into a moan, her head falling back against the pillow. "Oh god⁠—"

"I want to watch you feel this." My voice scrapes raw, and she holds my gaze, eyes wide, pupils blown. Remaining still, buried deep, I let her adjust while feeling her pulse around me. Her hands slide up my back, nails digging in.

"Move." The word is a demand. "Please."

Pulling out slowly, almost to the tip, I drive back in deeper this time. Her cry is sharp and satisfied. A ceaseless rhythm takes over—deep strokes, each one drawing a gasp or a sigh from her lips. She meets every thrust, her hips rising, her body arching to take me deeper.

"Like this?" My forehead presses against hers.

"Harder." Her nails rake down my spine. "Faster."

I obey, losing myself in the slick heat of her and the sounds she makes—little whimpers and my name gasped between breaths. Her legs tighten around me, dragging me flush against her. Every thrust is answered, every movement mirrored.

Her hands find my hair, pulling my mouth to hers. The kiss is messy, desperate, tasting of salt and shared breath. "Don’t stop," she pants against my lips. "Don’t ever stop."

I couldn’t if I tried. Her body is fire around me, dragging me deeper with every roll of her hips. The world narrows to this, her skin against mine, the ragged harmony of our breathing filling the space between every thrust. She’s everywhere, consuming me, and I give her everything. Every thrust is a vow: I choose you again and always.

Her cry shatters against my neck as she comes, her body tightening around me almost more than I can bear. Following her over the edge, my pulse roars in my ears as pleasure burns through every nerve. For a breathless moment, we're tangled in the quilt, sweat-slicked and panting.

Her fingers run along my shoulder, the one she stitched beside the creek. "Still my brave tiger," she purrs, satisfaction thick in every word.

I nip her earlobe. "Already plotting your next move?"

"Maybe." She stretches lazily, muscles rippling under warm brown skin. "Though I might need another reference sketch soon."

"Give me a minute. I'm not eighteen anymore." Placing a kiss on her shoulder, I rub lazy circles against her hip while my body remembers how to breathe. She hums, content, tucked against my side long enough that I half expect her to drift off. Then she presses her palm square against my sternum, testing, and a wicked, challenging gleam lights up her eyes.

"You said a minute." She props herself up on one elbow. "That was more like five."

"Counting now?"

"Always cataloging." She grins, and the challenge in it sparks low in my belly. Before she can blink, I roll her onto her stomach, one hand sliding down her spine. Her startled gasp turns into a laugh as I kneel behind her, lifting her hips until she's arched on her knees, moonlight catching the curve of her.

"Demanding today." She glances back over her shoulder, a gleam in her eyes.

"Always. This alright?" My palm hovers a moment before landing, sharp and stinging, against her skin. The sound rips through the cabin, sudden and loud in the quiet.

She jerks forward with a gasp, then pushes back against me, demanding. "More than alright. Again."

"Since when do you negotiate terms?" But I'm already grinning, already obliging, leaving a faint pink bloom behind. "Nolan⁠—"

"Tell me you want this." My fingers dig into her hips, keeping her in place as I slide into her heat from behind. She's slick from before, tight and welcoming.

Her head slumps between her shoulders, dark curls spilling across the quilt. "Harder."

Starting with a slow pace, I draw it out, savoring every inch of her grip and release before moving faster. Each thrust jolts her forward, her fingers fisting in the bedding. "Like this?"