Page 34 of Merging Wright

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I have no idea what time it is when I eventually wake. Mach has twisted away from me, but his ankle hooks over mine. I roll to face him.

Laying on his back, the sheet falls to his waist, and I admire the view in the dim light of the room. We never closed the room darkening shades. The city lights of Charleston reflect through the glass and highlight Mach’s features. His strong forehead. His solid nose. The scruff on his jaw.

Again, I trace a finger down the bumps on his arm hidden by ink. Mach doesn’t stir.

My gaze wanders to the swirl of hairs on his chest and the dark trail leading below the sheet. Gently, I pull back the covering and admire the view. Mach’s dick is a piece of art. Long, thick, and powerful when hard. My channel clenches. My lower lips flex. Being with him has been an experience.

Lazily, I stroke over his hip, and his leg flinches. I still my motions, glancing up at his face. He remains asleep, and I don’t intend to wake him, but I want to explore this masterpiece. Mach-apiece. I’ll add the new nickname to my list, along with a snapshot of all that he is.

Only one night.

“Jane,” Mach groans without opening his eyes. He’s hardening. Taking a risk, I stroke my fingertips up his length. His leg twitches, and I bite my lip to suppress a chuckle. Shifting, I slip lower on the bed. As if Mach knows where I’m headed, he spreads his legs, allowing me to climb between them and take him in my mouth. My tongue twirls around the head before lapping once across the seeping slit. Opening wide, I take him to the back of my throat.

Mach curses. His hips jolt, forcing him deeper, and I choke.

“Sorry,” Mach mutters, petting my hair while his other arm covers his eyes. His fingers comb through my long hair as I return to sucking him, savoring the thickness. Then I release Mach with a pop.

“Hey,” Mach grumbles as I scoot forward and reach for the flute of champagne on the nightstand. The bubbles are gone, and the drink is flat.

“You wouldn’t?” The challenge in Mach’s tone only encourages me.

“All’s fair with champagne and cocks.”

Mach groggily laughs.

I wet my mouth before lowering to his thick shaft. Liquid streams from my lips. I lick along his length, chasing the dribbles until I fill my mouth with the solidness of him.

“Jesus,” Mach grunts while my tongue teases and my cheeks hollow. Suddenly, he sits upright and tugs me off him. “Need to be inside you.”

“I wasn’t finished,” I grumble.

His mouth covers mine in a kiss that’s hard and deep. His tongue plunges forward as he falls back, bringing me with him. My breasts collide with his firm chest. His hands clap on the back of my thighs, spreading my legs so I straddle him. His mouth doesn’t leave mine as the thick wedge of him rests against the heat of me.

Abruptly, I release his mouth and sit upward, fingertips pressing into his chest. Mach moves me by my hips, so I coast down the length of him, my folds encasing him.

“Feels so good,” I purr. We rock back and forth a few more times before I tip up on my knees and adjust him. Placing the crown at my entrance, I lower, taking my time to draw him into me.

Mach closes his eyes and hisses as I envelop him until he’s fully inside me. I move only my hips, clenching and clutching. His gaze returns to me, latching onto my eyes before lifting his head to watch me move over him.

“You’re perfection,” he mutters, his voice straining. His palm lands low on my belly until his thumb stretches toward my clit. He rubs delicious circles where I need him as I undulate over him. Reaching for my breasts, I draw a fingertip around the swells then pinch my nipples in tandem.

“Fuck,” Mach moans.

My entire body relaxes as I let loose and move. My hips roll back and forth. I drag my hands up my chest and lift my hair. Closing my eyes, I’m lost in the moment, feeling complete.

“So fucking stunning.” Without looking at him, I know he’s watching me.

My mouth hangs open. I move faster. “Mach . . . I . . .”

Whatever’s happening to me, it’s going to be big. The flutters in my lower belly. The curl of my toes. My hips move of their own accord, and suddenly I’m soaring. I’m coming so hard, I fall forward, squeezing and gripping on his dick deep within me. My fingertips scrape through the hairs on his chest. I come undone like I never have before. This is my fourth orgasm in less than seven hours, and nothing has ever felt like this one.

I’m shattered, and then Mach flips us. My legs are tugged upward, knees near my shoulders. Mach holds my shins as he pummels into me, muttering things I can’t comprehend. I don’t think I’ve stopped coming, or maybe a second one trailed the first. My head rolls on the pillow until Mach grunts, “Fuck.”

Then he stills his body while his dick goes off inside me. Every jolt, every jut, every jet satisfying me.

He collapses, and I take his weight as he mumbles into my neck. “I always knew being with you would be fire, but I never expected it to be so explosive.”