Until he was seated and I was full.
We stared at each other, locked in this exquisite moment of a connection I would never forget.
“Gorgeous,” he growled, digging his fingers into my ass. “Please tell me you’ll want to move.”
I laughed lightly, his comment breaking the tension, and lowered to kiss him. Hell yeah, I wanted to move. I lifted up, moaning at the fullness of his dick rubbing along my inner walls. Then I dropped down, guided by his hands on my ass as if he had to hold on for his sanity.
“Fuck. Heather. Fuck,” he uttered, unable to speak clearly as he thrust up into me.
At the first wave of pleasure, I cried out and faltered in my up-and-down movement. My pussy clenched as I reached that sweet release. Coming hard threatened to knock me over, but Roarke held on tight. He growled, uttering incoherent curses, and pushed up into me one last time.
Deep inside me, slick from my juices, his dick twitched as he shot his load. He filled that condom, groaning as we rode through our orgasms together. For several long moments, I rocked on him lightly, needing to prolong the ride of perfect bliss for as long as I could. He kissed me softly, catching his breath as he hugged me close.
Just like that, the rush was over. The wait was gone. We’d done it. Together, we’d crossed a line we both swore we never would, and now that the tension ceased, I snuggled against the hard wall of his chest and sighed happily.
I was sated. I was calm, for the first time in who knew how long.
Cuddling was becoming all too easy with this man. As I nestled my cheek on his shoulder, sighing again, I felt his cheek rising in a smile as he rested against the side of my head.
A huge pop and crash sounded behind me.
I tensed, jerking into a tighter grip around him as he held me closer.
“What the—” My heart, slowing from the exertion of riding him, raced once more.
“Fuck!” He stood, turning until he could put me on the bed as the sound of rushing water reached my ears.
A lot of water, spraying out through his open bathroom door.