The Morning
Dawn had already stretched across the room when Lena stirred. Julian lay half-buried in sheets beside her, his arm heavy around her waist, breath deep and steady. She pressed her lips faintly to his shoulder, then slid free.
He blinked awake to absence, hand finding only cool linen where she'd been.
Then he saw her.
She stood framed in glass, morning cutting her into silhouette. The sheer shirt clung high against her thighs, nipples peaked beneath, hair loose down her back.
She looked untouchable. Holy.
Julian rose and leaned against the doorway, arms folded, watching her. Every breath hurt with wanting.
When she caught his gaze, her lips curved, sly, almost mocking.
"You're staring," she turned, playful smile across her face.
"Guilty."
Her smile deepened. Then, without a word, she sank to her knees and began to crawl.
Her hands slid across the floor, body prowled, hips swaying, eyes never leaving him.
Heat coiled low in his gut, winding tighter with every step she closed. By the time she reached him, he was already sinking down, unable to stay standing. She shoved him backward, laughter spilling from her lips as he hit the floor beneath her.
The Floor
His laugh broke rough, cut off by a groan when she straddled him, thighs braced against his hips. He was already hard, urgent against her press.
Her palm slid down over the line of his stomach. She wrapped him in her hand, stroking slow. She watched him unravel, lips parted, eyes gone dark.
When she slid her hand faster: his head tipped back, hips gliding helpless into her grip. A low moan escaped, raw, unguarded.
"Lena…" His warning shredded.
Her breast dragged across his chest; she licked from the hollow of his throat to his jaw, and his body shuddered under her.
"Christ," he hissed, muscles straining. "I can't."
"You can," she murmured. "You will."
He snapped, flipped her onto her back, wrists pinned above her head, mouth crashing to hers. Her shirt rode high; she was bare and open and laughing against his kiss until the length of him pressed, slid and thrust in one deep drive.
Her cry tore the air. Pleasure burned sharp, stretching, filling, the sting turning to molten heat. His rhythm hit and hit again, hips hammering, breath ragged against her mouth.
"God, you feel," he broke on it, swallowed the rest in a moan.
Her legs locked around his waist, dragging him deeper. Every stroke found that raw, aching place inside her. Each thrust harder than the last, the floor giving a tiny protesting creak with every snap of his hips.
The Spiral
Julian lost himself in her sounds: her gasps, her broken moans, the way his name left her throat like prayer and plea. Sweat slicked between them, her nails dragged down his back, pulling blood to the surface.
He was unraveling. Every muscle burned, every nerve screaming. She clenched tight around him, pulling him in deeper.
She cried out, body arching, the orgasm tearing through her. He felt every pulse, every spasm, her body gripping him so hard he shattered with her.
His release ripped from him raw, flooding into her. He clutched her as though she were air itself, burying his groan against her shoulder.
They caught air in broken gulps. The ache didn't fade. She rolled on top of him, hair falling over her face, eyes dark with need. Without pause, she slid down on him again, taking every inch until he was buried inside her, until he swore and drove up uselessly into her grip.
"Fuck," Julian gasped, fists slamming to the floor. "Lena."
She rode him hard. Every roll of her hips wrung another sound from him until he was begging, voice raw, hands gripping her thighs like he might break apart.
"Shower," she whispered against his ear, rolling once more just to hear him curse. "Come watch."
And just like that, she left him aching, obeying without thought.
The Shower
Steam curled thick as they stepped in. Water sheeted over his shoulders, mapped the cut of his chest, beaded along his throat. She kissed him hard, then pushed back, eyes bright and voice commanding.
"Touch yourself."
His breath caught. "Lena."
Her eyes locked on his, daring. "I want to watch you."
He wrapped his fist around himself and stroked, slow, then faster. The water ran over the tremor in his chest as he quickened his pace. His groan broke low, helpless.
Lena's eyes darkened. She watched, lips parted, breath catching at the sight of every pull.
Her hand slid between her thighs. Two fingers circled her clit, pressed in; her back arched to the tile, she gasped his name loud into the steam. He faltered at the sight.
In the next heartbeat he lifted her, her legs locking around his waist, and pushed into her in one hungry thrust. Glass rattled as she bounced hard against him. Water drummed. Their mouths collided: wet, greedy, out of control.
"Not yet," she gasped against his lips, nails digging his shoulders. "Not yet."
It nearly destroyed him to obey. He stayed buried, forehead to hers, taking the sting of restraint while she clenched tighter, whispering filth and need in his ear until he was shaking.
"Now," she breathed finally, a smile against his mouth. "Outside."
The Balcony
He carried her out into the washed-blue morning. The city stretched beneath, glass and steel awake with light.
The sheer shirt was gone. Cool air raised her skin. He pressed her to the rail, fucked her hard, each thrust a collision that sent her cries spilling into the sky.
Julian groaned into her throat, breaking apart, spilling into her, shaking. But he didn't stop.
He kept moving: deeper, harder, tender and ruthless at once, until her pleas tangled.
"Julian, please."
"Say it."
"Faster. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
He answered with motion. Pace quickened, hips smacking hard, the rail biting under her grip. A scream ripped from her throat. Her body clenched around him, her climax violent, high and endless.
And then it came. Raw as breath, unarmored as truth: "I love you, fuck, I love you so much, don't stop."
The words detonated through him. He didn't speak. He drove harder, crushed his mouth to hers in a brutal kiss, answering in body instead of words.
She locked tighter around him, rolled her hips into every thrust, whispered "I love you" again into his mouth.
They went over together. An explosion that emptied them both, left them clinging like separation itself was impossible.
The After
They slid down to the warm stone, lungs burning, skin cooling in the open air. Lena lay back, hair a dark spill, chest heaving, then laughed, bright and uncontained.
"The whole city heard me scream your name," she said, grinning up at the sky. "I hope they're jealous."
His laugh broke low, real, before he could cage it. He bent, kissed the smile from her mouth, and stayed there.
Her words, I love you, hung between them, undeniable, while the light climbed the glass and the world kept moving around them.