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I can’t keep track of what feels good. It’s his cock, ramming in deep. It’s his skillful fingers, pressing against my clit. It’s the dirty words he’s growling in my ear.
My body explodes, and I’m so dazzled by its ferocity, my elbows give way. Coen doesn’t let me fall, instead wrapping his arm around my stomach as he jackhammers into my body.
“Christ… Tillie…” He plants deep, letting us both fall to the mattress, and grinds into me as he trembles with release. “Fuck that’s good.”
Gasping for breath, Coen rolls us to the side so he doesn’t crush me. I wait for him to keep right on rolling off the bed to leave like he did the last time, but instead he draws me into him.
I’m utterly wrecked and far too depleted to muster any energy. I close my eyes and listen to how his breathing shallows and stutters before it’s deeply relaxed.
“I should probably go,” he says, and my eyes snap open.
But he doesn’t move, and his arm stays wrapped around my waist.
Hesitant.
Perhaps needing direction?
“You should stay,” I say.
More silence, and I feel within the tight lines of his body that he’s still unsure, maybe warring with himself.
I think he’d love to keep himself in reserve, but damn it, if he’s got the ability to be open, generous with his time and attention, and easygoing while we’re having sex, he can do it when we’re not.
I give him a push. “Stay the night, and you can fuck me in the morning. If you do a good job, I’ll cook you breakfast.”
There. The promise of sex and food.
Coen’s arm tightens around me. “Okay.” He lets out a sigh, not of frustration, but of what sounds like relief. “I’ll stay.”
That’s the last thing I remember before falling asleep.
CHAPTER 17
Coen
“Come on, Tillie.Gotta get there.”
My fingers work between her legs as I slowly fuck her from behind. We’re on our sides, same spooned position we went to sleep in last night. I woke up with a hard-on and her ass wiggled up against me as I stroked her hip.
One thing led to another.
My hand between her legs to wake her up fully, a quick roll away to the bedside table to grab another condom, and some creative positioning to push myself into her heat while spooning her.
As far as ways to wake up in the morning, I could get used to this. I’ve never had a serious relationship before. I’m young, so banging chicks and leaving before daylight has always been the way I roll.
But having immediate access to Tillie’s body, hearing her breathy moans as my hips drive against her backside… well, I’m thinking the love-’em-and-leave-’em attitude might not have been the wisest way to be.
Except… as I get lost in the sensations, my face pressed against her nape and smelling her fruity shampoo, I can’t name one other woman in my history who I could even imagine staying all night with. I like my space. In recent months, I’ve eschewed any affection, physical or emotional, and Tillie is still very much my enemy when we boil it down.
Still… at this moment, on the verge of an orgasm that I know will rip me apart in the best ways, I can only be grateful she pushed me to stay the night.
“I’m close,” she gasps as I roll her clit with my finger.
God, me too, but I’m not willing to let go until she falls first.
I drive deep as I pinch her clit, and she goes off like a fucking rocket. She bucks so hard as she cries out that I almost get dislodged. I press my palm against her pussy to hold her still, and it only takes two more thrusts before I acquiesce to the free fall. Pleasure ravages down my spine and up from my balls, all shooting straight out my dick in an orgasm so powerful, I see stars.
A gust of air whooshes from me as I shallowly thrust against her, drawing out the pleasure. My heart thunders, and I wonder if she can feel it with my chest pressed against her back.
