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She grips my biceps, letting her head hang back in my hold on the back of her neck, staring up into my eyes as I rock into her over and over. I memorize her every feature, never wanting to forget the way she’s looking at me like I hung the fucking stars. And when she gets that slightly frightened look on her face once again, I know I’m about to send her over the edge once again.
“Why do you look scared when you’re about to come?” I breathe against her ear, feeling her shudder.
“Be—because,” she whimpers. “I’ve—oooh—never felt anything so… oh, fuck, Curtis!” Her pussy spasms around me, and I have to concentrate on my breathing in order to not come and end this night of ecstasy I wish to last for hours more. “Never felt anything as good as you. You… you build me up so high that it’s scary when I finally reach the peak and it’s time to jump off,” she admits, and doesn’t that make me feel like the King of the fucking world?
I pick up my pace once again, my cock reaching depths that had hurt her when we first started, but now she clutches at me, wanting me as deep as I can possibly go.
“Please, Curtis,” she begs, but for what, I’m not sure.
“What is it, baby?”
Her eyes are pleading. “Please come. I can’t take anymore. Please.”
“You want me to come, sugar? I can keep going. Never let this night end,” I promise.
“Yes, please come,” she hisses, even as another orgasm makes her entire body convulse in my arms, and she cries out, this time weakly.
“I’ll come for you. I’ll fill you up, give you everything I’ve got if you let me,” I tell her, and she nods vigorously in my grip, and I can’t help but smile.
But then I close my eyes and rest my forehead between her tits, feeling the soft flesh against my face and I thrust into her at a punishing pace in order to come for her quickly, giving her what she wants.
She grips me tight with her hands, holding onto me like her life depends on it, and her legs wrap around my back, which she uses to lift herself into my thrusts, and at her determination to participate and give me pleasure, even when she’s purely exhausted, I suddenly go from travelling up that roller coaster hill at a steady pace to shooting up to the top in record speed, growling into her breasts as my hold on her squeezes and I come harder than I ever have in my life. I spill every drop of cum I have directly up against the deepest part of her like a soothing balm, hoping it washes away any pain she’s ever felt there. My body shudders, and I groan, falling to the side and taking her with me.
She collapses half on top of me as she slides into my nook, her head fitting perfectly in the crook of my arm and chest, my cock still semi hard as she disconnects her lower half. I could take her again right now, never having my fill, but the way she begged me to come, confessing she couldn’t take anymore, is all the satisfaction I need for one night.
I hear her groan, and then she lifts her head up to look at me. “I gotta go clean up,” she murmurs, and I try to pull her back down to snuggle.
“You just relax. I’ll get you a washcloth,” I say, but she holds firm, shaking her head.
“That’s super romantic of you, but… I really have to pee. My bladder of steel is about to revolt,” she admits, and I chuckle, letting her go. She gets out of the bed, bending down to grab something out of her purse she’d dropped earlier, and hurries out the bedroom door.
Chapter 17
Erin
I MAKE MY way down the hall and into Emmy’s room, then into her en suite bathroom. I’ve used it ever since she married Dean and is never here, because it’s huge and gorgeous and just… better than the one two doors down from my room. Plus, I need to call my best friend, because I’m starting to minorly freak out at the moment, and I don’t want Curtis to hear me.
She picks up on the third ring, wide awake even though it’s only close to five in the morning her time on the east coast. “Rin? The hell you doing awake so early on a Saturday?”
“More like so late. I haven’t been to sleep yet,” I tell her.
“What?” Her voice is surprised. “I thought you were just going to get a pizza at the store and watch our show last night.”
I groan, realizing the last time I spoke to her was at the grocery story before I even met Curtis. It feels like so long ago, months, instead of mere hours. “Oh my God, Em, I’m freaking the fuck out. So much has happened. So much. And I only talked to you like—“ I try to math. “—thirteen hours ago or something.” That ratchets my freak-o-meter up a few notches, remembering I’ve only known the man in my bed for less than a day. And it’s not the fact that I slept with him in such a short amount of time that’s making my heart pound and my hands shake. It’s the fact that I opened myself up to him, let him stick his way into my heart like a splinter, where I have doubts I’ll ever be able to tweeze him out.
