⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ Bridgette 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

You feel the tremor start in his thighs first, it's this finest, insistent quiver that slowly works its way up through his hips and deep into the rigid line of his spine. He’s buried deep, so fucking deep inside you that you can feel every desperate hitch of his breath as he thrusts, but he’s so far gone trying to hold himself above you. His jaw's clenched. Sweat is sliding down his temple. His hands are fisted into the sheets on either side of your head, knuckles turning white, like he’s literally trying to hold himself in place through sheer force and fucking willpower.

"Steve," you gasp, arching up against him, and he shudders at the moment - like actually shakes - but doesn’t dare move because he know what will happen of he does.

"Not yet," he moans out, voice long gone, you can feel the strain in it, the ragged edge as it sits lower than normal. "Not - fuck - not until you"

He’s started panting now, these open-mouthed, messy gasps for air against your shoulder, and you watch his eyes squeeze shut, his brow is strunched in this almost pained state of concentration. His hip twitches, just once, an involuntary movement he didn't plan for and he bites down on his lower lip with a string of curses as his forehead drops against yours.

"Come on, Harrington," he mutters to himself, like a prayer and a scolding mixed into one. "Come on. Hold it together. Just - just hold it"

He’s vibrating now, all that strength is fraying apart at the seams, every muscle is clenched tight and trembling with the effort of trying to keep himself at the edge. His chest heaves again, a shaky breath escaping his lips as he rocks into you, just barely but enough that his whole body jerks like he’s been electrocuted. A strangled whine catching in the back of his throat.

"God, you feel..." He cuts himself off with another rough exhale, hips stuttering against yours again, losing the battle to sink into you further inch by inch. "I’m not - I’m not gonna" He swallows the lump in his throat and you feel his cock throb inside you to match. "Not before you. Not a fucking chance."