Page 95 of I Choose You

His fingers speared into my hair, and when he gripped it, thrusting up slightly to show me the rhythm he liked, I smiled the best I could as I sucked him down.

“Brooke.” He hissed as I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks and moaning at the taste of him. “Brooke, stop.”

I let go of him with a pop and frowned up at him.

“I want to come in you. I want to fill you up.”

Fuck, yeah. But disappointment hit me that I couldn’t finish him off like he had for me.

“Next time,” he said, panting as he pulled me over him. He’d already had a foil packet waiting for this moment and ripped it open before rolling it on.

I liked the sound of that. Right now, I listened to something else. His hard breaths and slight growls as I lined him up. Then the slick noise of my juices easing his deep thrust. I sat on him, slamming his long hardness into me in one fierce grind.

My moan was added to the filthy soundtrack.

“Like that. Ride me, baby. Fuck me.”

His orders thrilled me. I didn’t need his guidance. My hips rocked, and I lifted in a waving, unsteady dance only to slam down on him. Twice? I didn’t know if I had it in me to come again so soon.

“Come on, baby. Fuck me.”

He groaned as I leaned back, setting my hands on his thighs behind me and spreading my legs wide. It gave us a different slant, and I felt him even deeper.

“Like that.” His fingers bit into my hips as he urged me faster. “Come with me. Fuck. I’m close.”

I shook my head, trembling from the force of the orgasm I hurtled toward.

“Pinch them.” He picked up my hand and shoved it upward until my fingers closed over my tit. I raised the other one, rocking against him to get friction on my clit as I fucked him.

His finger reached lower, and his thumb pressed against my needy clit. I was exposed. Wide open and all his for the taking.

“Come on, baby.” He panted at me, his face taut with tension as he waited for me. “Together.”

One more hard drop onto his dick. That final piercing thrust. He circled my clit, and as I squeezed my tits, I came.

Grunts, groans, and a sob—mine. “Kaden.”

He replied in a growl, lifting his hips to stab into me deeper. His cock jerked inside me, flooding me with his hot release.

It was too much. Too intense. Too mind-blowing. I felt like flying and falling at the same time as waves of pleasure overwhelmed me.

“Come here,” he coaxed me, his voice low and raspy. He soothed me, folding me into his arms as he pulled me down to his chest. “Come here,” he crooned again as he rubbed his hand down my back.

His name came out as a chant, mixed with gasps and shuddering deep breaths. I hadn’t come that hard ever.

Still connected, he lay with me draped over him. My heart thundered fast, but I felt his too, racing beneath me. My legs went limp, and my arms were useless as I lay on him so spent and ragged I could only try to breathe.

“Told you,” he said after a while. He hadn’t stopped stroking his hand over my back once, holding me and comforting me. Or maybe he was just hanging on tight before I bolted.

I lifted my head, so tired and almost asleep that I blinked at him to focus.

“Told me what?” I asked. He shifted me to lie on my side as he slid out of me and got up.

“No tattoos.” He smacked my ass as he walked away, and I grinned like a sluggish, sated fool, nuzzling the pillow that smelled of detergent, soap, and man.

He came back and cleaned me up. I was too tired to resist, and why would I have? It was sweet, and it felt so good to be taken care of.

Back in bed, he helped me get under the covers. I didn’t protest when he spooned me. I did the opposite. I snuggled into him, resting my ass against him as he draped his heavy arm over me.