Page 95 of Brighter Together

Her brows draw together.

“What?”

“I want to hear you.”

She releases her lip.

The next moan goes straight through me.

Her fingers move faster between us.

I change the angle of my hips.

Ella gasps.

“Yes. There.”

I do it again.

Her body tightens around me.

My own orgasm is building far too quickly.

“Fuck, Ella.”

“Don’t stop.”

“I’m trying not to come.”

“Why?”

The question is so genuine that I laugh.

“Because I’d like to remember more than five minutes of our first night together.”

“We can do it again.”

That nearly finishes me.

“Very confident.”

“Research requires repetition.”

I laugh again.

Then she clenches around me and the laugh becomes a groan.

Her hand moves faster.

Her eyes close.

“Tommy.”

I slide one arm beneath her and pull her closer.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes open.