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“What would you give me?” He rocked his hips a bit as if to make a little more room for himself inside her.
Whatwouldn’tshe give him? He already had her heart. He’d have it even if she left.
“Everything,” she said softly. “I would.”
“That’s what I want.”
But what do I get?
He fixed his grip on her hips and pulled her up, closing the angle between her legs a bit and slipped slowly out of her, shifting the plug with each small movement. Her fingers gripped the air, teeth clenching, and the arches of her feet cramped. He was pulling her tight and she’d have no relief until he gave it to her.
“You feel so fucking good, pretty girl. I’m so hard, you just don’t know what you do to me.”
She could guess, but since she had no breath, she didn’t share the observation aloud.
He worked himself back into her, swirling his hips and growling low in his chest.
Take what you need, Tim.
He slid one hand beneath her and pressed at her clit, pulling a ragged shout of her, and he didn’t stop.
He stroked in and out of her faster, bumping the base of the plug every third or fourth thrust, and flicked at her nub.
He pressed his palm up her spine, holding her steady with a gentle reminder and adding sensation to more place. It was almost too many. When he looped his fingers around her neck, she gave her head the slightest shake.
He leaned and kissed the side of her face, and his hand retreated back to her hip. “Too much?”
“I don’t want to go into that headspace today. I want to be present.”For the comedown.
She didn’t want to forget anything, and she wanted to make sure he was satisfied because last time, she didn’t know.
“You get whatever you want,” he said
She grinned into the covers. “As long as you want to give it to me.”
“I don’t want to say no to you, pretty girl, but”—he thrust so hard that she saw stars—“you have a knack for not always knowing what you need. Right now, I’m giving you what you want.”
Well, fuck me, then.
Of course, he didn’t need to be told that. He was a master fucker, instinctive and primal, and he hit all the right spots.
“You’re wet, baby. All over your thighs and mine. You like what I’m doing to you? You like being so stuffed that you can hardly talk?”
Biting down her bottom lip, she nodded, because shecouldn’ttalk. Not in any language any person on Earth knew. She kept trying to chase that consciousness-stealing euphoria back, but the tingles were already dancing over her face and down her neck. Her body was shaking, and her core was tightening. Her pussy gripped him tight trying to keep him inside in spite of the intrusion to her ass. It was greedy and wanted to milk him dry, and the thought sent a hard shudder through her body.Him—bare.
She wadded up some of the covers and stuffed them into her mouth to tamp down her screams as the orgasm overtook her, but she stayed present—adored every contraction and release. She breathed through all the tiny explosions and writhed as the pressure throughout dissipated one muscle at a time.
“Breathe.” He drew in a sharp intake of breath of his own and slipped out of her, gently working out the plug as he went.
He kissed up her spine to the base of her neck, breathing heavily. The sweat on his chest reminded her of his good work.
He moved her arms from her back, stretched them gently and rubbed her numb shoulders before kissing her cheek. Then he laid her flat. “Stay right there. If I were evil, I’d make you get into the shower with me.”
She whimpered.
“Did I do too good of a job?”
She whimpered again.
