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I’m overwhelmed too.
It’s so good. But somuch.
How is one person supposed to feel all this and survive it? If I get one more tiny spark of joy, I’m going to explode into a thousand glittering pieces.
I shift my weight, knees throbbing where they dig into the cushions, and okay,that’swhat will keep me sane. These little details.
Like: the stretch and burn as my body fights to let in his cock, my muscles aching.
Like: the bead of sweat rolling down my spine.
Like Rufus’s string of muttered curse words, and the way he winces as I shift position, moving an inch closer.
“Am I hurting your leg?”
“Doesn’t matter. Keep going.”
“We could try it a different way—”
“Helen. Forget my leg.”
“But—”
The spank is light, playful, but heat roars through my body all the same. The spot stings on my ass cheek, and Rufus rubs it as he watches my reaction. God, I canfeelthe flush spreading up my throat; I can sense the extra wetness dripping between my thighs.
“Interesting,” he says.
And now I’m riding him, heedless of the groaning chaise lounge and the slick noises where our bodies meet. Don’t care about looking good or sounding cool or any of that other stuff, because all that matters is the way my nerves sing each time he stuffs me full. In my mind’s eye, there’s a hand print glowing on my ass.
“You liked that, Helen.”
“Shut up,” I gasp, nails sinking into his shoulders. My hips rise and fall over his lap, and I ride him faster, harder, bolder.
“Shall I do it again?” Rufus traces featherlight circles over my ass cheek, and the growl that escapes me—it’s feral.
Should he do it again? Yes. Damn it, yes.
“I—Fine. Yes.Please. God, you’re unbearable sometimes.”
But I don’t mean that, and as his palm cracks over my bare ass, as I ride him harder and we both let out twin sighs, we’re grinning at each other like we share this delicious secret.
Feels so good with him. So fun.
I hope it’s like this forever.
The floor creaks. The windows fog. My thigh muscles burn, and I’m panting, groaning, reaching for my peak, and Rufus urges me along with possessive hands and his mouth at my throat. A hot tongue; the scrape of teeth. His breath tickles my jaw, and my belly clenches, tightening.
“That’s it.” His ragged voice in my ear—it’s everything. And when he mutters, “Come for me,” his command is the easiest thing in the world to follow. Way ahead of him.
I stiffen, pulse throbbing. My skin flushes hot, sweat cooling on my back, and every nerve ending in my body crackles with life.God.
So good. So good.
And Rufus groans his approval, then grips my hips and holds me still, the aftershocks rippling through me in waves.
Wet. Warm. His cock swells inside me and pulses, over and over, and our eyes lock and hold. As he fills me. As heclaimsme.
I can’t look away—I’m falling. Breathless. His dark eyes soften.
