I move my fingers to my clit, pushing his away as his eyes darken. “Let me use you,” I tease, circling my finger and rocking my hips.
Blake moves his hands, lacing them behind his head as he watches me ride him.
My other hand caresses my breasts, and I feel Blake stiffen inside of me.
I’m getting closer to orgasm, but I try not to show it, letting him feel it from the inside instead.
“Danielle…” Blake chokes out, reaching up to pinch my nipple with his fingers. “I’m gonna cum.”
His words ignite me, and I stare down at him as my core clenches around his cock, my own ecstasy finally releasing.
“Oh, Blake,” I husk, throwing my head back as my fingers work my clit.
Blake grips my hips, lifting me up and down his length as I shudder helplessly above him, owned by his fingers.
I feel him filling me, and he sits up, dragging my mouth to his.
My legs wrap around his waist as we rock our hips against each other, both surfing the same exquisite wave.
His lips find my neck, and he sucks, my hands tugging on his hair.
“I fucking love this,” Blake growls in my ear.
One word away from telling me what I want to hear.
One word.
But I’m patient.
Blake James will be mine.
BLAKE
“I fucking love you.”
The words leave her mouth so easily; too easily.
I’m still inside of her, still panting against her damp skin as she gasps, her eyes wide.
Her hair is wild, her lips swollen from kissing.
She’s as close to perfection as I’ll ever get, yet I’m still scared.
I’m scared of losing her.
Scared of hurting her.
But I can’t lie to her; or to myself.
“I love you too, you know I do.”
That’s not a lie. I really fucking do.
I carry her to the shower, still balls deep the entire time.
We fuck in the shower again; I don’t know how she does what she does to me, but it’s like I’m a teenager again.
Fuck work.
