Her head shakes from side to side. “Oh my god. Not again.”
Her walls begin to strangle my cock, her entire body practically levitating. I grip her hips, changing the angle, and pound over and over again. She has tears running down the side of her face, and I watch, fascinated.
When her legs fall to the side, I let go of her hips and spread her a little wider. She whimpers, but it's not one of pain. I know how sensitive she must be, but watching as I move inside her has my entire body coiled tight, and I’m not ready to let go.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
VIOLET
“I need one more from you. Can you do that for me?” Nathan asks through clenched teeth.
I shake my head. I don’t even know where he begins and I end.
“Please,” he grits out as his eyes stay focused on where we’re joined, his entire body trembling now.
“I don’t think I can.”
His eyes rise to meet mine, and my breath catches—they’ve never been so dark.
One of his hands moves between us, and he circles my clit. There’s no way I can come again, surely not.
But the more he continues to thrust, the slick noise of flesh on flesh and the way his eyes are holding me captive, I begin to climb a precipice.
“Oh my God.” I bite my lip, tears I can’t control wetting my cheeks.
“That's it, baby, come for me.” His voice is so deep and sexy.
And then he loses it, his final thread of restraint snaps, his movements erratic as he thrusts full force. I convulse all around him, my entire body spasms as another orgasm racks through me like a tidal wave. I strangle his cock as he comes hard. Wishing there wasn’t a barrier between us, so his release could fill me, coating my channel with his hot seed.
I can’t stop my whimpers.
He throws his head back and lets out a guttural moan, and I swear if I hadn’t come multiple times already, that definitely would have sent me right over the edge.
The weight of his body covers me, but it's only for a few seconds before he rolls onto his side, taking me with him still buried inside me. He kisses my temple as aftershocks still rock through him and cause my core to clench.
His thumb wipes away my tears. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, that was…” I wave my hand in the air, unsure I can even vocalise it.
“Explosive,” he says, smiling so wide I get a rare glimpse of his dimples.
When he does pull out, I feel my release coating my inner thighs, and my face heats even more than it probably already is.
“Let me go take care of this real quick.”
I watch his arse as he makes his way to the bathroom across the hall. I hear the sound of running water, and he returns with a damp flannel. Reaching out for it, I say, “Thank you.” But he doesn’t let me take it, and I realise he wants to clean me up, and I know after three or four orgasms I shouldn’t feel shy about it, but it's almost too intimate, and I go to cover myself with my hands.
“I can do it,” I say, my voice cracking.
He smiles, and my chest aches. “I know you can, but I want to.”
Fuck, what am I supposed to say to that? I don’t protest as he gently wipes over my sensitive flesh. I bring my lips between my teeth as I watch how he takes care of me.
Leaning down, he kisses the inside of my thigh before returning the flannel to the bathroom.
I reach for the glass of water, drink it down greedily, and then stop when he returns, his dick semi-hard, like how the actual fuck?
When he sees what has my attention, he throws his head back and laughs. The way his Adam’s apple works down his throat reminds me of how he looked when he came. But there is no way my poor vagina can take any more, it might actually break.
