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Please, what? I wasn’t sure.
Finish me, make me come, please please, never stop, I need this forever, I can’t take anymore, god please...
Pleasure was overwhelming, so consuming, it bordered on pain, until the build-up was too much. An orgasm so powerful it felt like I exploded and imploded at the same time. I screamed into my mattress, my voice hoarse, my hands were claws in the bedding.
I was shaking and groaning, the ultimate fucking high... until I collapsed in a heap.
I’d been obliterated.
It took a few minutes for my senses to come back to me. I was still shaking, my body trembling, muscles convulsing.
Jeremiah pulled the cover over me and kissed the side of my head. “Are you okay?”
I wanted to say no and yes, but it came out as a laugh.
“The fuck did you do to me?” I managed to say. My voice sounded weird. “Imma need you to do it again.”
He chuckled and I focused on him then. He looked so happy, so sexy, my god, so sexy... but he still had shorts on—and I could see his erection confined in them. “You didn’t...”
His smile became a grin. “I haven’t finished with you yet.”
I shivered and another tremor racked through me. My words came out in a groan. “Oh god.”
He laughed as he rolled off the bed. He went into the bathroom and used mouthwash, came back out with a cloth to clean me up, and he did let me recover. Somewhat.
For about an hour, he massaged me, skimmin’ my body with his hands as if he was mappin’ me out. He peppered soft kisses all over me, rubbing me down, and I was so relaxed by the time he rolled a condom on, all I could do was smile into my pillow.
Face down, arse up, he knelt behind me, added more lube, and slowly pressed into me. “Oh fuck,” I groaned into my pillow.
He was slow and thorough, pushing in to the hilt, then pressing his weight onto my back. He kissed my spine, my nape, his breaths short and sharp, shaking with his restraint.
So I moved my hips, pushing back on his cock, and he took it as permission to move.
He pulled back and pushed back in, slow and deep. He slid his hands over mine, threading our fingers, his breaths and grunts hot on the back of my neck and in my ear. “You feel so good,” he moaned.
I pressed my forehead into the pillow, trying to stretch my back, my hips pinned to the bed. Then he pulled out of me and flipped me over, bringing my legs over his thighs, he bent me in half and sunk back into me as he sunk his tongue into my mouth.
Oh dear god.
He whined, a low guttural sound, and his grip on my hips tightened. He thrust harder and deeper until he gasped and cried out as he came.
I held his face and watched as those blue eyes melted, liquid sapphires lost to his own pleasure.
It was fucking beautiful.
My god, this man...
How was I ever going to let him leave the day after tomorrow?
I traced patterns on his back until he could lift his own head. He plonked his cheek onto his palm with a goofy, sleepy smile, and he looked kinda drunk. It made me laugh. “Yeah, so,” I said. “About you leavin’ in two days. How are you going to do the prostate thing once a week when you’re in Melbourne and I’m here?”
He raised one eyebrow. “Just once a week?”
“Pretty sure that’s all I could handle.”
He smiled, kissed me one more time, then rolled out of bed. We played clean up and got redressed and went in search of our now-cold pizza.
Jeremiah stopped at the glass doors. “Oh wow,” he said, looking out at the horizon.
