#stranger things rewatch

"Look at you," he growled, his voice a low, rough rumble that vibrated through your entire body. "So fuckin' perfect for me."

He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, a languid rhythm that made you ache with need. Each drag of his cock against your inner walls sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. One of his hands left your hip, sliding up your back to tangle in your hair, gently tugging your head to the side. He leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back, his beard scraping deliciously against your shoulder.

"You're mine, aren't you?" he murmured against your ear, his breath hot. "This pussy is all mine."

You could only moan in response, pushing back against him, silently begging for more. He chuckled, a dark, knowing sound. "That's what I thought."

His pace quickened, the slow, teasing rhythm giving way to something harder, more demanding. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with the crackle of the fire and your breathless cries. His grip on your hip tightened, holding you steady as he pounded into you, each thrust driving you closer to the edge.

"Jim," you gasped, his name a prayer on your lips. "Please…"

"Please what?" he demanded, his other hand snaking around to find your clit. He circled the sensitive bundle of nerves with calloused fingers, applying just the right amount of pressure. "Tell me what you want, honey. You know I like it when you use your words."

"I want to come," you cried out, your body trembling. "Please, let me come."

"Come for me then," he commanded, his voice thick with authority and lust. "Come all over my cock. Let me feel you."

That was all it took. His words, his touch, the relentless pistoning of his hips—it all coalesced into a blinding wave of pleasure that crashed over you. Your orgasm ripped through you, your muscles clamping down around him as you cried out his name. He groaned, the sound guttural and raw, as your pulsing walls milked his own release from him. He thrust into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled himself deep inside you.

For a long moment, you both stayed like that, breathing heavily, your bodies still joined. Then, he slowly pulled out, and you collapsed onto the rug, boneless and sated. He was right behind you, pulling you into his arms and tucking you against his chest. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, a stark contrast to the raw intensity of just moments before.

"Love you, my girl," he whispered, his voice now soft and tender.