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"Yes, ma’am,” I murmured against her skin. "Your wish is my command."
I pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the long, graceful column of her neck. Tasting salt and the faint, sweet residue of her skin, I let my stubble scrape roughly against her delicate collarbone. She arched up, offering herself to the dark room. A desperate, breathy sound escaped her lips, competing with the howling wind outside.
Moving lower, I took my time with her breasts. I swirled the tight, hard peaks with my tongue, drawing them into my mouth and tracing circles over the sensitive flesh. Her hands tangled in my hair, nails scraping my scalp as she writhed beneath me. The sounds she made were honest and unscripted. There was no performance here, no audience to please—only the raw, guttural response to physical sensation.
Sliding further down her body, I kissed the flat, smooth plane of her stomach and lingered over the soft dip of her navel. Parting her thighs, I settled myself between them. The damp heat of her slick folds coated my tongue as I tasted her. I performed the act with focused, devastating devotion, mapping the exact rhythm she needed.
"Look at me, Sutton," I commanded. "Let me see you let go."
Swirling my tongue over her sensitive bud, I applied firm, steady pressure. She tasted intoxicating. I drank her in, pushing her toward the absolute edge. Using my hands to grip her thighs, I held her open to my mouth until she lost the tight, iron grip she’d kept on her emotions. Her composure shattered completely. Bucking her hips upward, she sobbed my name into the dark room. The release ripped through her body in violent, beautiful tremors. I held her hips down, absorbing the shockwaves and swallowing her cries until she melted back into the mattress.
Coming down from the high, she reached for my shoulders, breathless and burning. She pulled me up over her, hands sliding eagerly down my chest and palms flattening against my stomach.
"My turn," she breathed.
Pushing me onto my back, she moved over me. We tangled in the sheets, grappling for leverage, until gravity betrayed us. We tumbled right off the edge of the bed, hitting the hardwood floor with a heavy, ungraceful thud.
A stunned second of absolute silence stretched between us until a laugh bubbled up from her throat, bright and completely uninhibited. I let out a rough bark, bracing my weight on my forearms to make sure I hadn’t crushed her.
"You okay?" I asked, grinning in the dark.
"Never better," she answered.
The humor evaporated instantly as she shifted, her bare thighs bracketing my hips. She pushed me flat onto the rug, her mouth exploring my skin to return the worship. Her lips trailed hot, wet paths over my abdomen before she took me into her mouth. The wet, surrounding heat drove my discipline to the absolute breaking point. Gripping the rug, my jaw locked tight as she drew me deep, swirling her tongue with agonizing precision. The pleasure bordered on pain. Gritting my teeth, I endured the exquisite torture until my control nearly snapped. I couldn’t last much longer under that kind of intense, devoted friction.
"Sutton, wait," I gritted out. "Nightstand. Bottom drawer."
She reached up, her hand blindly navigating the edge of the wooden nightstand until she found the foil packet. Tearing the foil open, she straddled my thighs and rolled the latex down the length of my shaft. The slow, deliberate slide of her hands created a maddening friction, and a wrenching growl issued from deep within me. She maintained intense, heated eye contact the entire time, her gaze daring me to look away. I refused. The visual of her taking control over my pleasure seared itself into my brain.
She sank down onto me, taking me inside her tight, wet heat. Locking my eyes on her face, I witnessed the exact moment we connected. She let out a sharp cry, her head tipping back against the darkness of the room.
"Jesus, you feel perfect," I groaned, gripping her hips to steady her rhythm.
The sensation grounded me entirely. It was like dropping anchor in the middle of a hurricane.
"I’m yours tonight," she breathed, bracing her hands on my chest as she lifted her hips and drove down hard.
"You’re mine, period," I told her, my fingers digging into her thighs as I thrust up with a heavy, relentless pace.
The rhythm accelerated as Sutton matched my intensity. She dug her short nails into my chest, her hips rising to meet my deep, driving thrusts. We moved together, the friction building a scorching fire between our bodies. The storm outside mirrored the violent, beautiful collision inside the bedroom. Rain lashed the windowpanes with punishing force while thunder rattled the wooden floorboards beneath my back.
The climax hit us simultaneously. The coil of tension snapped, and I lost the last shred of my control. Pulling her down against my chest, I buried my face in the crook of her neck. A blinding, white-hot release broke me wide open. I groaned her name against her damp skin, pouring everything I had into her.
The physical release drained the exhaustion and fear from my muscles. We collapsed together on the hard floor, chests heaving.
After a few minutes, the floor under the thin rug pressed against my shoulders. "Let’s get off the floor."
Scooping her up, I laid her gently onto the mattress and followed. I pulled the white sheet over our cooling skin and stretched out next to her, my body heavy and sated. Then a burning sensation flared on my lower back. I grinned into the darkness. "I think I have rug burn.”
She pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "I lost my mind entirely. I’ll buy you a new rug if you want."
A soft laugh rumbled out of me. I liked how easily that happened with her. "I don’t want a new rug. I wanted you to lose your mind."
"Mission accomplished." She snuggled closer and fit naturally into the hollow of my shoulder, like she was meant to be there.
As the minutes ticked and the storm continued, I lay with Sutton, her head resting heavily on my chest and her hand splayed flat over my heart. She tilted her head up, resting her chin on my chest so she could look me in the eye. "Are you okay with this? With what just happened?"
I let out a rough exhale, a mix of exhaustion and absolute disbelief. "You mean the part where we demolished my floor or the part where I completely forgot my own name? Because if you need to ask me that, my ego is going to take a serious hit."
