Page 99 of The Comedown

I didn’t know what she meant when she said it the first time, and I’m not sure what she means now. More than who? The suit?

Or just more in general?

I want to be more. I want to be more for her.

Collette’s other hand drops to mine, and she tries to press me against her clit, wanting to chase her own orgasm but, nah, that’s my job. I pull away, making her groan.

“One finger,” I remind her…and myself. Fuck, I hate rules.

“Then use it already!” she whisper-shouts. “Enough of this teasing bullshit.”

Teasing her? Me? Is she serious?

I slam my middle finger between her pussy lips until I’m palming her clit like a basketball.

“You don’t listen for shit.”

“I told you.” Her chuckle turns into a moan against my lips as I start to pump in and out of her, and I seal my mouth to hers, forgetting to refill my lungs. I’ll breathe when I’m dead. Or is it when I’m sleeping?

Who cares.

I hear footsteps behind me and break the kiss to spin her around in my arms until she’s facing the river, too, then bow my other arm out so she’s blocked even more. There’s at least one or two pictures of my cock floating around the internet, but I’ll be goddamned if anyone so much as catches a glimpse of what’s under Collette’s skirt. I’d be putting that knife of hers to use before I let that happen.

Not hearing the same thing as me, Collette rolls her hips forward, meeting my every plunge into her pussy.

She returns her hand to my throat over her shoulder, and I breathe out against her hair, “Be quiet.” I kiss the strands, a few of them sticking to my lips when I part them on another labored exhale.

I drag my curved finger out from her slit to flick her clit with my nail, then I’m back between her slick walls, palming her pussy again as I crook my finger inside and massage, searching for that G-spot.

Pulling her against me so our bodies are flush, I thrust into her ass. “You wanna be worshipped, Collette?”

The back of her head moves against my face in a nod.

“By me?”

Another nod with a stifled scream in her throat this time.

“Why?” I ask a little softer.

“Because I’m…” Her whisper becomes a moan as her mouth falls open.

“You’re a motherfucking goddess,” I finish for her.

She grips the hair by my ear, and I twist to bite her wrist, keeping her there even though I shouldn’t. A feminine hand on my head is a dead giveaway I’m doing more than looking at fucking rocks.

Her breathing hitches as I suck the skin on her wrist, making damn sure I leave a hickey before letting go with a pop.

“I’m…”

Her walls clench around my middle finger just as her pussy lips twitch against my hand, and I have to fight not to give in and slip another in. Instead, I bend my finger even more, rubbing just as hard as my palm pushing from the other side.

“You’re what?” I demand, keeping up the same pressure.

“Coming.”

My laugh blows her hair away from my face. “With one finger?”

For answer, her walls convulse around that one finger, then she starts to droop forward, but I snake my other arm around her middle before she can get too far.