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“Rogue,” she breathes my name. Not because it doesn’t feel good but because she’s greedy. She loves the way we fit together. The way it feels when I move inside her. I can see it in her molten eyes.
I pull out and push in. Go deep. As deep as I can go. Do it again. Slow as fuck. So slow it’s practically torture. Going to prolong this orgasm, drag it out. Keep her screaming my name until we’re both spent and boneless. “Because I’m not letting you off my cock until your body physically can’t take another orgasm.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Ivy
He grinds his hips to my ass as he fucks me from behind in the bathroom. His hands cover mine, gripping onto the edge of the vanity. His mouth suckers to the side of my neck while he fucks me lazily.
Water drips from the tips of my hair onto the white marble and the tiles under our feet. My boobs sway with each deep, slow thrust. I love the way we look in the mirror. Hot and sweaty. Skin flushed. Long lingering glances and sensual touches.
I can feel another orgasm building inside me. Welling up. I thought I was done. Over. After the one in the shower. Thought there was no way I could possibly have any more to give.
“How many is this?” He puts his finger to my clit and plays it with such tender precision.
“There was the one on the floor.” My belly warms. The way we loved each other. The emotion of it.
“And the one on the console.” That one had taken a long time. Built so slowly, but it rolled over me with such intensity my toes curled and tears pricked my eyes.
“Keep going,” he orders as he squeezes my breasts with his other hand. Tugs and toys with one nipple and then the other. Fucks me just that little bit rougher.
“The kitchen.” I almost go cross-eyed with the effort to speak. He’d pinned me against the fridge and fucked me blind. Seriously, I swear I lost my sight for a few minutes there.
The need to cry out nearly overwhelms me. It feels so good. So tender. So much.
“Go on.” He grinds the words between his teeth. He’s been so intent on driving me to the brink of insanity. Pushing me over it. Again and again.
“The shower.” He’d lifted me into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist. He’d fastened my wrists to the tiles as the spray had made our kisses wet. He’d pounded me until I screamed. Begged him to give me a break. He’d soaped me up then. Gently. Washed my hair. Asked me if I was sore.
I’d admitted to being a little sore.
Did I want to stop? No.
He’d slung a strip of terry cloth around his hips, abs on mouth-watering display. Concentrated on rubbing my skin pink all over with another towel. Then he’d pulled out a bottle of lube and spread it all over his cock before positioning me in front of the vanity mirror so I could watch us fuck.
“How many?” He tugs my ear lobe between his teeth. Kisses the dip just below.
“F-four,” I say, breathless and breaking. I can feel the verge of another one. So close. So good. “Four so far.”
“Four?” He smirks at me in the mirror as he adjusts his position so that the head of him is hitting that spot in me that obliterates the world so freaking good. “You sure it’s four?”
“Oh God.” I bow my head as I push back on him. I’m addicted—a junkie—for those deep, delicious orgasms. For the sound of his hips clapping against my cheeks and the sweet pulse of pleasure his strokes build in my clit. “F-fuck. Five. Fuck me. Oh God.”
“That’s it, baby. Feel me. Feel the way we fit so good together. Feel the way you come on my cock. So fucking perfect.”
I scream as my orgasm takes me over. I’m so sensitive and sore. But a good, sweet, aching kind of sore. My arms shake. My legs too. My whole body is one giant nerve ending for my orgasm. I feel it everywhere; this sweet toothache that starts between my legs. “Oh God.”
“I’ve got you.” He pulls out when I can’t hold myself up any longer.
He lifts me into his arms and carries me into the bedroom. Lays me down on the sheets and climbs in beside me. His lips capture mine in a long, sweet caress of teeth and tongues. His hand splays across my belly.
I’m completely sated. Muscles made of Jell-O.
He’s still hard. His cock thumps against my hip before he moves over me. His hands frame my face. “Ready for one more? Or are you too sore?”
I shake my head. “I’m good. I want this.”
He pulls my knee up and pushes inside me once more. He doesn’t need to say anything. It’s there in his eyes. In our connection. The way we both feel for each other. Our love.
