pressure made my stomach flip, my breath hitching as I did it again, grinding down even deeper, wanting to feel every inch of her against me.

Y/n swore under her breath, one hand moving up my back, fingers pressing into my spine, while the other gripped my hip, guiding me.

I shivered. I was throbbing. God, I wanted more. I let out a quiet, shaky breath, trying not to moan but failing as a small sound escaped my lips. Y/n froze beneath me for a second, like that sound alone almost undid her.

And then—she tilted her head back, her lips parting slightly, and I couldn't stop myself. I leaned down, pressing my lips to her jaw, her neck, kissing, teasing, needing.

She let me. Her head tipped to the side, exposing more of her throat, silent permission.

I took it. I kissed her there again, my lips dragging over her pulse point, sucking softly just to see what it would do. She inhaled sharply, her fingers flexing against my hips.

I was losing my mind. I rolled my hips again, matching the slow rhythm of our bodies, every grind sending fresh sparks shooting through me.

Y/n's breath caught, her hands moving lower, sliding beneath the hem of my hoodie, fingers splaying against my bare skin. The moment she touched me, my entire body burned. I needed more. I needed her.

I rocked forward again, pressing down with purpose, making sure she felt just how much I wanted this.

She matched it, her hips pushing up into me, the friction making my body pulse with need. We were too far gone now. I could barely breathe, barely think—only move, only feel.

My lips found hers again, desperate now, kissing her deep, slow, open-mouthed, needy. Y/n groaned against my lips, her hand slipping further under my hoodie, her fingers trailing up my ribs, tracing the underside of my chest. My breath hitched, my thighs clenching around her.

I was throbbing. I could feel her so clearly now, the outline of her against me, hot and heavy and firm, and I couldn't stop myself from grinding down harder, wanting to feel her again, needing more.

Her fingers dug into my skin, her grip tightening, like she was seconds away from breaking, from finally giving in.

"Y/n," I breathed against her lips, my voice shaky, needy, pleading. Her hips bucked up against mine in response. Yes.

I rolled my hips again. Yes. I could feel myself getting closer, my body heating up, my pulse hammering, everything inside me screaming to keep going.

I wanted to break her. I wanted her to finally stop holding back, to finally let go. She was so hard now, the pressure making my thighs clench, my pulse hammer. I gasped quietly as I felt her twitch beneath me, the sensation sending a deep throb between my legs.

God, I needed her. Y/n let out another low, guttural groan, her hands gripping my waist tighter, guiding me into a rhythm that was getting faster, more desperate.

I bit my lip, my thighs clenching tighter around her, my hips rolling deeper, the friction too much and not enough all at once.

Y/n matched me, her hips jerking up into mine, her breath ragged and uneven. We were barely thinking now, barely in control, moving together, chasing something we shouldn't. I rocked forward again—

And I felt it. Her pulse, twitching beneath me, growing, thick and hot and pressed perfectly between my legs. A deep ache spread through my core, heat pooling lower.

I pressed down harder, needing to feel it again, grinding slower, dragging myself along her with purpose.

Her body jerked beneath me, her hands clutching at me, gripping me, guiding me. My stomach tightened, my legs trembled, my body pulsed with every rock of my hips.

I was getting even closer. I could feel it building, tightening, winding so tight I felt like I was going to snap.

But I wasn't done yet. I braced my hands on her shoulders, lifting myself slightly, just enough to break contact for a split second— And then, I sank back down, slowly, pressing myself fully against her. Y/n let out a choked breath, her fingers tightening on my waist, digging in hard.

I bit back a moan, the sensation sending a shockwave through my entire body. I did it again.

Up. Down. Pressing deep, dragging slow. Y/n's head tipped back against the couch, her lips parting, her entire body tensing beneath me.

I could feel her now, feel every single inch of her against me, firm, hot, pressed so perfectly where I needed it.

She flexed beneath me, her hips pushing up slightly, meeting me halfway. My breath hitched, a deep, needy ache spreading through my core as I ground down harder, deeper, letting the friction push me closer, closer.

Y/n growled softly, her hands sliding down my waist, gripping my thighs, holding me in place. Her fingers tightened, her thumbs brushing up my sides, tracing under my hoodie, skimming higher. Higher. Higher.

Her palms cupped my chest again, firmer this time, her thumbs brushing over my nipples through the thin fabric of my bra.

A shudder ran through me, my back arching slightly as a wave of heat crashed over me. I was aching, desperate, burning for more. I moved faster, grinding harder, setting a deeper, more deliberate pace. Y/n matched me.

Her hips bucked up again, this time fully meeting my rhythm, rolling up into me, pressing exactly where I needed her. I moaned softly, barely able to keep it quiet.

Y/n sucked in a sharp breath, her grip on me tightening. I knew she felt it too. I could feel it in the way her body reacted, the way her hands clutched at me, the way her hips kept moving, chasing friction, pushing us further, faster, harder.

I rocked forward one more time, pressing down deeper, pushing us both further, closer, past the point of no return as I let out a quiet moan— And then, I felt it.

A hard twitch beneath me, a sharp inhale from Y/n, a second of absolute stillness before she suddenly snapped out of it.

She froze. Her hands stopped moving. Her breathing was ragged, uneven. And then—she exhaled sharply and shook her head, as if forcing herself to stop.

Her hands moved to my waist, gripping me tightly. And then—she stopped me.

"This isn't a good idea," she muttered, her voice hoarse, rough, strained—like she was forcing herself to say it. I stared at her, my mind still foggy, my body still burning, still aching, still throbbing.

"Why? " I asked, my voice softer than I wanted it to be.

Y/n exhaled, shaking her head. "Because..."

She didn't finish. And that was somehow worse than an answer. I could still feel her hard against me, still pressed against me, my body screaming in frustration by how bad I wanted her.

But I forced myself to snap out of it. I couldn't let her see how much I wanted this. I couldn't let her see the disappointment twisting in my stomach, the way I was still shaking.

So I laughed lightly, reaching for my phone. "Shit, I didn't realize how late it was," I said, trying to keep my voice casual. "I have an early call time. I should go."

Y/n looked at me, something unreadable in her expression. She didn't stop me. And that? That stung more than I wanted to admit.

I grabbed my keys and my purse, being as casual as I could. "I'll see you later," I murmured, offering a small smile before heading for the door. The second I stepped outside, I let out a breath, my body still buzzing, my fingers tightening around my phone.

Why was Y/n so hesitant? Was she just afraid? Or... was I imagining everything between us?

Because God, I didn't think I was. But now? Now, I wasn't so sure.

A/N: Thoughts? 👀