"More," she said. "Take off everything."
He slid down, tugging her panties off in one smooth motion. His breath hitched when she lay bare before him, but he didn’t touch until she gave the command.
Her whole body trembled with anticipation, with the intoxicating rush of control. She could feel how hard he was against her, how badly he wanted to take over, to pin her down and claim her. But he didn’t. He waited. For her.
"Touch me... down there," she whispered, her face hot.
"Yes, precious." His hand slid lower, fingers brushing over her folds.
"Inside," she gasped, too far gone to play coy anymore.
His fingers obeyed instantly, sinking into her warmth as his thumb rubbed slow circles over her clit. She moaned into his shoulder, her nails digging into his skin, and Winn groaned too—but still he kept the pace she dictated. Every twist, every thrust of his fingers, every press of his mouth against her neck was because she told him to.
And when she couldn’t take it anymore, when the tension coiled so tight it burned, Ivy finally whispered the words that broke him.
"Fuck me, Winn. Now."
"Tell me how you want it," he growled against her lips, his body hovering over hers, heavy and trembling with need.
"I don’t know. I don’t know how," she whispered, tugging at him, her fingers desperate as she shoved his shorts down his hips. The thick, hard length of him sprang free, hot against her thigh. Her cheeks burned with both shock and want at how much she craved him. "God, Winn... hurry."
He positioned himself, the head of his cock sliding against her slick folds, coating himself in her arousal. Her body tensed, and she arched up, wrapping her legs around his hips.
"Say it again," he demanded.
He pushed inside, stretching her inch by inch until her nails clawed at his back. Ivy’s cry tore through the room and Winn groaned as he sank fully into her.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he gasped, trembling with the effort not to take control. He stayed perfectly still, buried deep inside her, waiting for her word.
"Move," she whispered, and he obeyed instantly, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in with a force that made her cry out.
Her hips bucked, meeting him halfway. "Harder," she demanded.
His pace quickened, hips slamming into hers, each stroke sending shockwaves through her body. She clung to him, gasping, moaning, commanding. "Faster. Deeper. Don’t stop."
"Fuck, Ivy," Winn rasped, sweat slicking his skin, his muscles straining as he obeyed every order. He kissed her wildly, biting her lip, groaning into her mouth as she writhed beneath him.
Her body was fire, and he was drowning in it. But still, he wouldn’t take over. He wanted her to feel the power, to know he’d give her everything if she asked.
"Touch me," she begged.
His hand slid between their bodies, thumb circling her swollen nub as he pounded into her. The dual sensation shattered her. Her back arched, her legs locked tighter around him, and her scream filled the room as orgasm ripped through her, violent and all-consuming.
Her body clenched around him, milking his cock, dragging him to the edge. He growled, burying his face in her neck. "Where do you want me?"
"Inside," she whispered fiercely, nails raking down his back. "Come inside me."
With a raw, primal groan, Winn thrust deep one final time and spilled into her, shuddering as pleasure wracked his body. He clung to her, gasping, kissing her face, her neck, every inch he could reach.
When it was over, he collapsed against her chest, both of them trembling, sweaty, breathless. She laughed weakly, brushing a hand through his damp hair.
"You really made me work for it," she whispered.
"And I’ve never been so turned on in my life."
Her blush was furious. And in that moment, she wanted to tell him. to tell him, that she had fallen for him.
The smell of fresh coffee wafted through the hall. Sylvia stood in the kitchen, already dressed in an oversized shirt and leggings. Two steaming cups sat on the counter as Winn padded out of his bedroom already dressed for work. His mouth curved into the faintest satisfied smirk. There was a noticeable looseness to his usually rigid shoulders.
"You dog, you!" Sylvia wiggled her brows dramatically, handing him one of the mugs before snickering. "Did you even let the bride-to-be catch any sleep?"
Winn rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it. "Don’t blame me."
"Oooh! Then her bitch her!" she countered with a teasing gasp, clutching at her chest in mock outrage. "Ivy must’ve worn you out. I knew she had it in her."
"Be nice," Winn warned with a mock sternness, though the faint twitch of his lips betrayed him. "She’s... not really very confident about that stuff." He busied himself with stirring sugar into his coffee just to avoid his sister’s too-keen eyes.
"What? Why? She’s hot!" Sylvia plopped onto one of the stools, still buzzing with glee.
Winn cleared his throat, eyes darting anywhere but her face. "She... she was a uhm... you know." He gestured vaguely with his free hand. He took the mug in both hands and sipped quickly.
Sylvia blinked. Then her jaw dropped. Her coffee nearly spilled over the rim of her cup. "No. No fucking way. You—" She jabbed a finger toward his chest. "You got her v-card?"
Winn winced, running a hand over his face. "Hmmm... hmmm." His noncommittal hum only made her squeal.
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"Okay, can we not talk about my sex life?" Winn muttered, sipping again, trying and failing to look dignified with his ears turning red.
Sylvia cackled, nearly falling off her stool. "You’re glowing, you know that? I didn’t even know men could glow after sex."
He glared at her. He set the mug down, business mode sliding back into his features. "I’ll go into the office for a bit. I want Reese to dig deeper into the break-in at her house. I think they were searching for something."