"Let’s try something," Liam said.

Kelly lifted her head from the blanket and looked back at him over her shoulder. "What kind of something."

"Something different."

"Different how."

He tilted his head, the corner of his mouth pulling up. "Why do you sound so suspicious?"

"Because I know you." She narrowed her eyes. "That’s why."

He laughed softly. "Didn’t you always say you wanted to try new things?"

"I do." She kept her eyes on him, one brow arching up slowly. "That doesn’t mean I trust that face you’re making."

He grinned then, wide and unbothered, and she felt it before she could stop herself — that small tightening in her chest she never quite got used to. She squinted at him.

"Okay," she said finally.

"Okay." He shifted closer. "Then turn around first."

She turned and sat facing him, her coat falling open around her, hair loose around her shoulders. She looked at him, waiting for the rest of it.

He looked at her for a moment.

Then he reached out and guided her gently, one hand on her hip, turning her back around, bringing her onto her hands and knees, adjusting her knees wider on the blanket, dropping her hips to a specific angle.

She went with it, letting him move her, her hands finding the blanket in front of her.

He pushed into her pussy.

"Mm—"

Long slow strokes, the same rhythm they had already established, her body receiving him easily, already warm and open.

’Is this what he was talking about when say he wants to change something’ she thought to herself

He kept the pace steady, feeling her relax completely around him, her sounds coming low and continuous, her hips rolling back to meet each stroke.

He kept going for a while. Letting her settle fully into it. Letting himself feel it.

The warmth of her. The way she gripped him on each stroke.

Then he pulled back.

He moved upward slightly.

Then she felt where he was.

Not her pussy. Higher. Pressing there. Gently but clearly and unmistakably.

She went completely still.

"Liam."

"Yeah."

A pause. "I’ve never—" She stopped. "Like never. Not once."

"I know," he said. "I’ll be slow. If it’s too much I stop. That’s it."

She looked back at him over her shoulder for a long moment.

The city sat behind him below the roof edge, the cold air moving between them.

Then she turned her face back to the blanket. "Okay."

He pressed the head of himself against her ass slowly. Not pushing. Just there. Feeling the resistance of it.

Kelly’s breathing changed immediately. "Oh—"

"Still okay?" he said.

"Yeah." Her voice was smaller than usual. "Just — go slow."

He pressed forward. Just slightly.

The resistance held and he felt it pushing back against him, her body not ready to give yet, and he held the pressure steady without forcing anything.

"Mm—" The sound from her was different from any sound she had made before. Tighter. Caught somewhere between her teeth.

He kept the pressure exactly where it was.

Then slowly, by degrees, it started to give.

The head of him began to push through and Kelly’s hands fisted in the blanket hard, her whole upper body dropping lower, her forehead nearly touching her hands.

"Oh god—" Her voice came out completely stripped. "Oh — oh that’s—"

"I’m stopping," he said.

"No." Immediate. Firm. "Don’t." She breathed through her nose, sharp and deliberate. "Don’t stop. Just — give me a second."

He held completely still.

’He’s going to — he’s going to tear me — I can’t — I can’t think straight when he’s in me like this.’

She breathed.

In through her nose. Out through her mouth. Her hands slowly releasing the blanket and gripping it again.

Her whole body adjusting to what was happening to it, working through it, finding a way to hold it.

’She’s so tight,’ he thought, every muscle in his body locked from the effort of staying still. ’It’s gripping me from every direction at once and I haven’t even moved yet. Nothing has ever felt like this.’

He gritted his teeth hard.

She breathed again. Slower this time.

"Okay," she said. "Keep going."

He pushed forward.

Slowly. Continuously.

Not stopping once it started, just keeping the pressure even and forward, feeling her open around him degree by degree, her body making room for him with every fraction of movement.

"Oh — oh — oh—"

Her words had lost their shape before they even started.

They came out as sounds more than anything else, each one pulled from somewhere she wasn’t controlling, not reaching her mouth as anything recognisable.

He pushed until he was fully inside her.

His jaw locked so hard his teeth pressed together.

’I’m going to lose it just from being here,’ he thought, holding completely still. ’She’s gripping me so tight I can feel my own heartbeat. Nothing has ever felt like this. Nothing.’

He held still.

Above him on the blanket Kelly’s pupils rolled back, her eyes going wide and white for a full second before coming back, her lashes fluttering, her mouth hanging open with nothing coming out of it at all. Just her breath. Just the cold air moving across the roof. Both of them completely still.

A long moment passed.

Neither of them moved.

Then Kelly’s hands pressed flat against the blanket and she exhaled one long slow breath and her body settled around him in a way that was different from the resistance of a moment ago.

Liam felt it.

He moved.

One stroke. Slow and full, pulling almost all the way back and pressing forward completely.

"Ah—"

The sound that came out of her arrived before she decided to make it. Higher than anything before. More immediate.

He did it again.

"Oh — oh—"

He kept the pace slow.

Long deliberate strokes, each one complete, his hands on her hips holding her steady, feeling the tightness of her around him on every single movement, constant and overwhelming and impossible to get used to no matter how many strokes passed.

’Every single one feels like the first one,’ he thought, his jaw still tight. ’It doesn’t ease. It just stays exactly like that the whole time.’

He reached forward and took both her hands in his, gathering her wrists together, lifting them slightly from the blanket, holding her forearms in his grip so she was suspended between his hands and her knees on the blanket.

Her upper body raised. Her back arching downward. The position changed the angle of everything.

"Oh — ah—"

His name tried to come out twice. Both times it dissolved into sound before it finished forming.

He picked the pace up slightly.

"Ah — ah—"

Her words were completely gone. Not sentences. Not single words. Just sounds, each one pulled directly from the sensation without stopping anywhere first. He could feel her trying twice and both times it went nowhere before it got out.

"Mm — ah — oh—"

He leaned forward over her, his chest close to her back, his grip on her wrists keeping her arms raised, and spoke close to her ear. "How does it feel."

She opened her mouth. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Nothing came out but a sound.

She tried again.

Same result.

He kept moving. "Tell me."

"I — oh — mm—" She started something and a stroke hit and it dissolved completely. She tried once more and the same thing happened, the words losing their shape somewhere between her brain and her mouth and arriving as nothing but sound.

He smiled against the side of her face.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

The sound of them carried across the rooftop and out into the cold night air, sharp and clear, mixing with the distant hum of the city below.

Her boobs hung beneath her, swaying forward and back with every thrust, heavy and continuous, the cold air moving across them.

Her ass rippled with each impact where his hips met it, the full soft flesh spreading against him on every stroke, the weight of it shifting with every movement.

"Ah — mm — oh — ah—"

His name tried to come again. Got halfway. Fell apart.

He squeezed her wrists slightly in his hands and drove forward and she made a sound that went straight up into the stars above them.

"Oh—"

He kept the rhythm. Steady. Deep. His hands locked around her wrists, holding her up, her whole weight distributed between his grip and her knees on the blanket.

The city hummed below. The cold air moved across the roof continuously. Neither of them was aware of any of it.

’She can’t even get a word out,’ he thought, watching her head drop forward between her raised arms. ’She’s trying and nothing is making it. Nothing is working except the sounds.’

He drove forward harder.

"Oh—" Her whole upper body tried to drop and his grip on her wrists held her up and she made a sound at the resistance of it that had nothing to do with pain.

"Mm — ah — I’m — ah—"

She tried to finish the sentence. Twice. Both times a stroke hit and it went nowhere. The third attempt didn’t even get as far as the first two.

He didn’t slow.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

"Oh — oh — oh—"

Her thighs stopped trembling and locked. Her hands pulled against his grip. Her back arched as far as his hold on her wrists would allow and the sound that came out of her went across the rooftop and into the cold open air above the city and kept going long after it should have stopped.

He came with her.

His grip tightened on her wrists, his whole body going rigid, a low rough sound leaving him through his locked jaw as everything released at once, deep inside her, both of them locked in the same moment at the same time, the cold air moving across the roof around them and the city below completely unaware of any of it.

He held her there.

Slowly her body unwound. Then his.

His grip on her wrists loosened and she dropped forward gently onto the blanket, her arms folding under her, her face turning to the side, her chest heaving against the blanket beneath her.

He stayed where he was for a moment.

Then he pulled back slowly.

She made one final sound as he did. Small and involuntary and completely honest.

He sat back on his heels and looked at her lying there on the blanket on the roof with the coat spread around her and the city lights coming up from below and her hair everywhere and her skin flushed and warm despite the cold air sitting on the roof around them.

He looked at the stars.

Then back at her.

She hadn’t moved.

"Kelly."

A sound from her that wasn’t a word.

"You okay?"

Another sound. This one slightly more structured. Somewhere in the direction of yes.

Then a sound came from the door.

The handle moved. Rattled.

Someone on the other side working at it, the metal clicking and shifting against the lock mechanism, the door shuddering slightly in its frame with the effort of whatever was being applied to it from the other side.

Liam lifted his head off the blanket.

Kelly lifted hers at exactly the same moment.

They looked at each other.

Liam kept his voice low. "Did you lock the door?"

Kelly stared at him.

"Kelly."

"I—" She swallowed. "No."

The handle rattled again. Harder this time.

Then the door burst open.