Page 55 of Let’s Be Real

“Yes,” she sighed. “I’ll try.”

I gave her throat a tentative squeeze, and her inner walls clenched around me. “Good?”

“Mmm.” Her lids lowered to half-mast, but she kept her gaze locked on me. “More.”

“You’re going to get everything you ask for, Samantha.” My eyes dropped, watching as I disappeared into her. “You should see what I see. All spread open for me, taking me so well.”

“You like how I look with you inside me?”

“Can’t remember ever seeing anything better.”

I watched us come together and slide apart for as long as I could stand it before I needed her face again. Her eyes were already on me, lips parted so huffs of breath could escape each time we collided. She was so damn tight, it was a struggle to reach her end, to retreat, to not lose it before I was ready.

“Touch yourself,” I said.

Her arm moved, fitting between her legs. Her fingers found me first, feeling where we were joined. She rubbed my base then made a V with her fingers for me to pass through. And damn, did it make everything so much worse.

“Samantha, it’s time to listen,” I gritted out. “Fingers on your clit. Your turn to come. Not mine. Not yet.”

“Okay,” she agreed, letting me go. “I’m listening.”

Her hand slid up, moving in a circular pattern. “Yes, you are. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Mmmhmm. Do you like it?”

“Oh yeah.” I slammed into her, bracing my arm around the front of her shoulders so she stayed where I wanted her. “Amazing. Keep touching yourself. Get yourself so wet you’re dripping all over me.”

“Okay,” she breathed. “I can do that.”

“I know you can. You can do anything.”

I stopped talking. She didn’t need me to tell her anything else. She was doing everything I could have possibly dreamed of wanting. Her inner walls were soaked, clamping down hard as I rode her even harder.

I couldn’t decide whether to keep watching her face in the mirror or her body taking mine. Her back was a piece of art, long and graceful, made of curved and straight lines, covered in smooth, creamy skin and a fine mist of sweat.

I leaned over her, pressing my face into the side of her neck, banding both arms around her. She moaned and turned her head, her breath against my jaw.

A handful of strokes, my teeth latched into her skin, our bodies aligning, my weight holding her in place, and she began shaking in my arms. Her inner walls fluttered, then clamped, and heat flooded my cock. Her orgasm was a rush of breath, of moans, of relief. I made myself keep my eyes open so I could see every second of it, holding on to my control with the tips of my fingers.

When her body slackened, mine snapped. Pressing into her as far as I could, I erupted, letting go of her skin so I could groan loud enough to shake the walls. Her hands clasped mine, and she threaded our fingers, holding me through it.

I stumbled, my knees weak, and Samantha came with me. By sheer luck, we landed on the solid edge of the tub, her on my lap, my cock still firmly planted to the root. She leaned against me, limp as a rag doll, and I collapsed against the tile wall, stroking her belly as she caught her breath.

Her head rolled to the side on my shoulder, and she smiled up at me with glazed, lazy eyes. I pressed my smile to hers, and it turned into a slow, sleepy kiss. She reached up to cup my jaw, pulling me closer. Little by little, I softened inside her until I slipped free, but we kept kissing. Small, soft pecks. Deeper, open-mouthed kisses.

Finally, Samantha sighed and rubbed her nose against my cheek. “You have to be tired now.”

I breathed a laugh. “Being tired has never been the problem.”

But I got the message. I helped her to her feet, grabbed my pants, and left her in the bathroom to clean up. When she joined me in bed a couple minutes later, my head was sinking into my pillow.

“You okay?”

She rolled onto her side to face me, her face nothing more than shadows in the dark. “I’m great. You?”

“Mmm.” I didn’t consider my state very often unless I sensed myself on a downswing. Taking a beat, I assessed my body and mind—the looseness in my joints, the quiet inside my skull, the droop of my eyes. Satisfied was what I was. Completely, utterly satisfied. “Really great.”

“Good.” She swiped her hand over my shoulder. “And don’t worry, I told Ade about us sleeping together, so it’s not some big secret or anything.”