Fevered Moments Lasting Echoes

CHAPTER 2 - Fevered Moments, Lasting Echoes

The room thrummed with the weight of their recklessness, its air thick with tequila's sharp sting, the musk of sweat, and the primal tang of their lust. Ryan's chest heaved, skin ablaze as he stared down at Fiona. She lay sprawled beneath him, flushed and fragile, her breasts shimmering in the dim light, streaked with the hot, slick proof of his release. A bead glistened on her cheek, catching the glow like a lewd promise. Her hazel eyes burned into his--wide, wild, brimming with raw hunger and a shadow of defiance. His throat clenched. *No way back now.* Yet beneath the guilt, a fierce tenderness flared, searing his chest. He leaned down, lips claiming her cheek in a slow, possessive kiss, then growled, "I'll get something to clean you up." He peeled himself from the damp sheets, legs shaking as he stumbled to the bathroom. Cold tile shocked his feet as he snatched a washcloth, soaking it under the faucet until it dripped with heat. Then he paused--a box of condoms peeked from a toiletry bag, their foil glinting like a taunt. *Fuck it.* The ache for her overpowered reason. He grabbed one, the wrapper crinkling in his fist, and strode back.

Fiona lay waiting, her lithe body splayed across the bed, hair spilling over the pillows in a dark, silken wave that caught the lamp's glow. Her chest rose fast, desire still simmering in every breath. He dropped to his knees beside her, the warm cloth trembling in his grip as he dragged it over her skin. It grazed her breasts, wiping away their sticky heat; her nipples hardened instantly, puckering under the slow, wet glide, sending a jolt straight to his groin. He traced the arch of her neck, then her face--cheekbones sharp, jaw soft--each swipe stoking the fire in his veins. She sighed, low and needy, her lashes fluttering shut, and it hit him like a punch, reigniting his cock. Brushing a damp strand from her cheek, he met her gaze as it snapped open, sharp and electric, her eyes daring him to take more.

He flung the cloth aside, its heat bleeding into the nightstand, the condom tight in his hand. She smirked--faint, filthy, knowing--and he crashed his mouth to hers, tasting sweat and sin as he ripped the foil open. Fingers shaking with raw want, he sheathed himself, then eased her onto her back. Her head sank into the pillows, thighs falling open as he settled between them, their skin brushing with a delicious spark. He pushed into her, slow and deliberate, her tight, molten heat swallowing him inch by agonizing inch. Pleasure ripped through him, a white-hot surge that made his breath catch. She gasped, spine bowing off the bed, small hands clawing his arms as he filled her completely. He thrust deep and steady, the bed creaking under them, each stroke dragging a shudder from his core. Her pussy clenched around him, slick and perfect, driving him wild. Her hair fanned out, framing her flushed face--lips parted, breath hitching--her nails carving into his skin, begging for more.

Minutes in, he pulled out, hands gripping her hips. "Turn over," he snarled, voice thick with need. She flipped onto her stomach, rising to her knees with a fluid, teasing grace. Her ass lifted, round and firm, a sight that made his cock throb painfully. He seized her hips, fingers digging into her warm flesh, and plunged back in. The new angle was tighter, deeper, her walls gripping him like a vise. Pleasure exploded up his spine, raw and overwhelming, as he thrust hard. She moaned--loud, shameless, the sound bouncing off the walls--and it fueled him, his hips snapping faster. Her heat pulsed around him, slick and intoxicating, every plunge a dizzying rush. He fisted her hair, tugging gently, and she arched back, amplifying the angle, her cries spurring him into a frenzy of skin-slapping abandon.

Her breath hitched, voice a sultry rasp. "I want to ride you." She shoved him onto his back, straddling him with fierce intent. She sank down, impaling herself on his cock, and the wet, tight grip of her pussy wrenched a groan from his chest. Her hands braced on his shoulders as she rocked, hips grinding with a rhythm that sent ecstasy spiking through him. Her heat milked him, relentless and sublime, each roll of her hips a fresh wave of bliss. Then she arched back, breasts thrusting upward, a primal moan tearing free as she rode him harder. The sight--her wild, sweat-slick curves--set his blood on fire, her tight slickness stroking him to the edge.

Still ravenous, she spun around, ass hovering as she took him again in reverse. The view of her firm cheeks bouncing, the feel of her pussy clamping down, was pure, mind-melting heaven. His hands locked onto her tiny waist, guiding her up and down, her fierce pumps stoking a pleasure so intense his vision blurred. She fucked him with abandon, her heat a perfect, pulsing glove around his shaft, every thrust a jolt of electric rapture that had him groaning her name.

Craving her face, he pulled out, nudging her onto her side. Spooning her tight, he hooked her leg over his hip and slid back in, her soaked warmth enveloping him with a shudder. This angle let him see her--lips swollen, eyes half-lidded, breasts quaking with each thrust. Pleasure coiled tight in his gut, her slick grip dragging him deeper into bliss. His hand cupped her breast, thumb teasing her nipple until she whimpered, the sound vibrating into their sloppy, desperate kiss. He rocked into her, slow then fast, her pussy fluttering around him, each thrust a molten spike of delight. Her leg trembled in his grip, her moans growing jagged.

He pounded harder, the bedframe slamming the wall. Her climax erupted, her body seizing against him, a keening cry echoing as her walls spasmed, squeezing him in waves of wet heat. It shattered him--pleasure roared through, his release blasting into the condom, fierce and blinding. They clung together, shaking, breaths ragged in the thick silence.

The room stilled, the washcloth cooling on the nightstand, a mute marker of the line they'd torched. Tomorrow would drag them back--jobs, promises, lies--but tonight's heat had branded them, a tether too fierce to break.