Her breasts bounced with each movement. The morning light was brighter now, catching the edges of her body, the sheen of sweat starting on her chest. She looked down at him and her expression was somewhere between ecstasy and disbelief.

"I can’t believe we’re doing this," she said. "I can’t believe I’m doing this."

"Regrets?"

"None." She leaned forward and her breasts pressed against his chest and she kissed him while still moving. "None at all. That’s what’s strange."

He rolled his hips upward and she gasped into his mouth.

"Do that again."

He did. Harder.

"Yes," she hissed. "Like that."

The rhythm changed. What had been slow and exploratory became something more urgent. She pushed herself up so she was sitting upright again and she started riding him faster. Her head fell back and her hair cascaded down her shoulders and she was making sounds now that were completely uninhibited.

Sean reached up and cupped her breasts. Thumbs on her nipples. She looked down at him and bit her lip.

"I’m close," she said. "Already. Again. How are you doing this to me?"

"I’m not doing anything. You’re doing it to yourself."

She laughed breathlessly. "Trust me. You’re doing plenty."

Her rhythm faltered and she gasped and then she was coming again. This one was different from the first. Deeper. Longer. She cried out and her nails dug into his chest and she kept moving through it, drawing it out, her whole body trembling.

When she finally stopped she collapsed forward onto his chest. Breathing ragged.

"Your turn," she murmured into his neck. But he wasn’t done.

Sean rolled her onto her back without pulling out. She looked up at him, surprised.

"Oh," she said. "Okay."

Sean started moving inside her. Different angle now. Deeper. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her heels pressed into his lower back.

"You’re still hard," she said. Like she couldn’t quite believe it.

"I told you. We have time."

Sean fucked her slowly. Deliberately. Drawing out each thrust so she felt every inch. Her eyes fluttered and her mouth opened and she gripped the sheets on either side of her.

"Sean," she breathed. "That’s... that’s really..."

He leaned down and kissed the corner of her mouth. "Really what?"

"I don’t have words right now. Just don’t stop."

He didn’t stop.

Her third orgasm built more slowly. He could feel it in the way her breathing changed. The way her hips started meeting his thrusts. The way her internal muscles fluttered around him.

"Look at me," he said.

She opened her eyes. Held his gaze. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"I want to see you come," he said. "Don’t close your eyes."

She nodded weakly. Kept her eyes on his.

He increased his pace slightly. Just enough. Her breathing became shallow and her lips parted and then her whole body arched off the bed and she made a sound that was almost a sob and she came with her eyes locked on his. The vulnerability in her expression was total. Every wall she’d ever built was gone.

He kept moving through it. Felt her clench around him. Felt his own climax building at the base of his spine.

"Come inside me," she said. Her voice was wrecked. "I want to feel it."

That was enough.

His release hit him hard. He buried himself deep and groaned against her neck and she wrapped her arms around him and held him through it. Every pulse seemed to last longer than the last. She made a soft sound of satisfaction when she felt it.

They lay there for a moment. Still connected. Still breathing hard.

She was the first to speak.

"That was round one," she said quietly.

Sean lifted his head and looked at her. She was smiling. Still flushed. Still glistening with sweat.

"You want more?" he said.

She reached up and touched his face. The gesture was tender in a way that surprised him.

"I haven’t done this in over two years," she said. "I haven’t let anyone touch me. I haven’t wanted anyone to." Her thumb traced his cheekbone. "So yes. I want more. I want as much as you’ll give me."

He kissed her.

Then he pulled out slowly and she made a small sound at the loss. He rolled onto his side and she turned to face him. They lay like that, facing each other, the morning light bright now across the bed.

"How long do you need?" she said. Meaning recovery time.

"Not long."

Her eyebrows lifted. "Eighteen," she said. But this time she said it differently. Not like it was a problem. Like it was something she was appreciating.

She sat up and reached for the thermos of coffee on the nightstand. Poured a cup and handed it to him. Poured another for herself.

"Two years is a long time," said Sean.

She nodded slowly. "My parents died. The building became everything. Danny’s debt became everything. There was no room for anything else." She took a sip of coffee. "Until you."

"I just helped someone i care about "

"Not only that." She looked at him seriously. "You did more than that. You saw me. You saw all of it. The weight I was carrying. And you just picked it up. You didn’t ask permission. You didn’t make a speech. You just did it."

Sean said nothing.

"That’s rare," she said. "Any age."

She set her coffee down. Leaned over and kissed him. Her hand found him under the sheets and she made a satisfied sound when she felt he was already getting hard again.

"Round two," she said against his mouth. "I want you to take me from behind this time."

He felt himself twitch in her hand.

She smiled. "I thought you might like that."

She turned away from him and got on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder with an expression that was pure invitation. The morning light fell across the curve of her back, the swell of her backside, the way her hair fell forward over her shoulders.