Rapide

BILLIE — light brown bob, sideswept bangs, pale, chunky silver rings, spider chain, dragon down her torso, fairies on her hands, navel piercing, vanilla and amber. Oversized black tee. Grey boxers. Docs by the door. Bossy as hell once the clothes come off. It starts with her on her front, half-watching something on her phone, tee bunched up over her hips. He gets behind her, pulls the boxers down, and she lifts her hips to help without looking up. Bare underneath. She doesn't say anything when he pushes in — just exhales through her nose and drops her forehead onto the sheet. She lets him have the first one slow. Long strokes, no hurry, her fingers curling into the fabric. But she's already thinking about it. "You're gonna come inside me, right," she says. Not a question. "Yeah." "Good." She rolls her hips back against him. "Don't pull out." He speeds up. The bed knocks the wall. Her hair falls forward and sticks to her cheek and she keeps her mouth open against the mattress so he can hear every small punched-out sound. She reaches back, grabs his wrist, rings cold on his skin, and holds him exactly where he is. "Right there. Right there—" He gets there before she does, and when he does he grinds in deep and stays, emptying into her in long pulses, and she goes very still, feeling it. Then she exhales like she's just finished a meal. "Mm," she says. "Good boy." He pulls out and she doesn't move. Just lies there with her hips still up, watching him over her shoulder. Nothing dripping out yet because she's still got her legs together. "Don't clean up," she says. "We're not done." Round two he flips her onto her back. She lands with her hair fanned out,