“Had a vasectomy,” I added carefully, watching for a reaction.
Her brows pinched.
There and gone.
That was it before she went up and bit my jaw for a little payback. “Then will you pleasefinallyfuck me?”
I reached between us long enough to line my cock up, inching the head into her tightness.
“Wait,” she said suddenly. I froze, and she leaned up and gestured near her stuff. “The towel.”
“Why?”
“I’m wet.”
“Well fuckin’ aware, hellcat.”
Her cheeks flushed so damn pretty, and if she didn’t give me a break, the tip was as long as I was lasting. “No one wants to sleep on a wet spot.”
“I do.” And then I plunged it, bottoming out in one hard thrust. I stayed planted deep, clutching the sheet and my control.
She rocked her hips.
“This is already not gonna last long, baby. Give me a second.” Once I wasn’t in danger, I started moving. There was no rhythm. No finesse. I couldn’t go slow. I fucked her with brutal force.
And she loved every damn second of it.
Going toe-to-toe. Thrust for thrust. Greedily taking everything I had to give, and wrapping her soft thighs around me for more.
Her eyes went unfocused, her heavy lids lowering.
I didn’t want that.
“Keep them open,” I ordered, each word punctuated by a thrust.
She pried them open as her thighs squeezed. Her nails dug into my head and my shoulders. Her heavy breaths turned into soft moans she tried to swallow.
Didn’t want that, either.
“Give me those sweet noises,” I demanded. “Those are mine now, too.”
Her neck arched. A small smile curved her lips before she let out a breathless, “Rhys.”
There was no holding off. My name on her lips while she came all over my dick sent me over the edge. Her greedy pussy squeezed tight, taking every drop.
Taking whatever bit of soul her mouth had left behind.
I hung my head, skimming my lips and tongue and teeth across her chest. ’Cause even without breath or a brain, I had to touch and taste her. I fell to the side, already missing the feel of her.
Forcing myself to move anyway, I got up and went to the bathroom to get a damp washcloth. I gently wiped between her legs before tossing it in the hamper, turning off the light, and returning to bed to roll her into my arms. I settled back with her head on my chest before readjusting to tug her leg over me, too.
She likes the dimples on my cheeks.
But I fuckin’ love the ones on her thighs.
My fingers played with her long hair while she scratched her nails back and forth through my chest hair.
“I need one second for my body to come back to planet Earth,” she said, her sleepy words ending in a long yawn.
