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“Enjoy the show, Mr. Westbrook.” I snap him a wink. Then I lay my hands on his strong chest and I ride him like a mad woman. With each pump of my hips, my breasts jolt and I feel the head of his cock slam all the way inside.
I cry out his name and he says mine. His hands are on my tits and my belly and my clit. He’s stroking my ass and the length of my spine. Our bodies are loudly slapping together, slick from sweat and arousal.
“Shit. You’re so fucking sexy.” He watches me like he’s under a spell. “I love every fucking curve of your body. Every fucking inch of you is perfect.”
I bend forward to lick his neck, his chest. When I swirl my tongue around his nipple, then I pull it between my teeth. He hisses, his entire body radiating with pleasure.
He laughs gruffly as he firmly grips my waist. “Y’see? This is why I can’t let you drive. I let you take over for one minute, and then you go and do crazy shit like that.”
Handling me like a rag doll, he effortlessly flips me over. And then he’s on top again. He taps my hip. “Turn over,” he commands.
I don’t hesitate. I roll onto my belly and Davis pulls me up onto my knees.
“Oh my god, yes.” I find myself moaning into the pillow and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
He lines up his crown with my opening and slams into my tunnel. I’m shuddering harshly at the startling pleasure that shoots through me. As he rides me from behind, Davis gathers my hair into his fist, holding it taut. That sends a bite of pleasure straight to my nipples.
Davis fucks me mercilessly until I’m so close to my climax that I can hardly breathe. He’s close too. I can tell by the way his body tenses and his respirations grow quick.
Electricity builds between my thighs until I feel like I’m standing at the top of a skyscraper in a crowded city. I feel his fingers pinch my clit. “I can’t hold back anymore,” he huffs. “It’s time for you to come, Princess.”
One flick of his finger over my clit sends me headfirst over the edge. I shriek into the pillow and all the threads holding me together come apart at once. The orgasm is hard and dizzying as I hurtle back to the ground.
My toes curl hard enough to break and the smell of our sex fills the air. We both ride the sensation, our pelvises slapping together again and again through my orgasm.
“Goddammit!” he roars as his fingertips squeeze and clench my ass. Then he grabs his cock at the base, yanking it out of my hole. He sprays his release all over my tits and stomach and pussy.
My writhing body falls to the mattress and Davis lands beside me, brushing hair from my eyes.
“Shit—that was crazy,” he whispers.
“It was.” I just want him to hold me. My limp body slithers into his arms and his strong biceps close me in, no hesitation.
My head presses against his thrumming heart and I absently toy with the wedding band hanging from his chain. I release an exhale, relishing in the comfort I didn’t realize I needed.
In the afterglow of our lovemaking, Davis shifts around on the tiny bed like he’s desperate to get comfortable, while also refusing to release his grip on me. “My ass is in a wet spot,” he groans.
I giggle quietly, tightening my own hold on his slick torso. “I’m lying in a wet spot, too.” I swing one leg over his. It’s a possessive move, I have to admit.
His palms and his fingers knead my flesh with the reverence of a potter molding clay. Forbidden emotions settle over me like a cozy quilt, and I ignore the fact that I shouldn’t be feeling these emotions at all.I love you so fucking much, Davis Westbrook. I do.
I shouldn’t even think it. I shouldn’t let my mind go there. I know that very well.
Needing a second to clear my head, I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. “I’ll be right back,” I tell Davis.
Reaching out, his fingertips mingle with mine, like it pains him to let me go for even a second. “Hurry back.” A charming rueful smile moves across his lips. “I wanna cuddle.”
“Okay,” I say like a shy schoolgirl, my heart skipping an alarming number of beats as I head into the bathroom to clean up.
Davis quickly uses the bathroom after I do. Then, he’s right back in our little bed, pulling me into his arms.
I know I shouldn’t be letting myself get used to this. The withdrawal will be brutal when we leave this place. Yet still, a soothing feeling radiates all through out my body as I shamelessly snuggle with my favorite teddy bear in the world, silently resenting that there’s an invisible timer calculating each remaining second we have with each other like this.
Davis shifts beside me again. “Ugh—another wet spot. I think we’re gonna owe Rainbow a new mattress when we leave this place.” I can hear the slight chuckle in his voice.
The scent of firewood and sex permeate the air. Raindrops sound faintly on the windows and the roof. The rhythm of Davis’s breathing and my erratic pounding heart dominate my sense of hearing.
I hug him tighter. “I think we will.”But that’ll be a small price to pay.
