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“Good girl. Now keep ’em there.”
I pull out of her, only to slam straight back home. Again. And again. And a-fucking-gain.
She moans, her lashes dipping a little, but she keeps her eyes locked on mine. It’s all I can do not to come just from the depth of her emotion-filled stare.
But I’m not ready. She feels far too good to go so fast.
Lowering more of my weight onto her, I slow our frenzied pace. Still, the need to dominate her is fierce.
Gently, I wrap my hand around her neck, and my fingers caress her jaw as she tilts her head back, eyes never leaving mine, and silently gives permission. But this is it, as far as I dare take it, and already more than I can handle.
Our foreheads are nearly touching, and we breathe deeply of one another as my cock drags in and out, her core fluttering.
“I need you to come again.” My voice is ragged and raw. “Think you can do that for me?”
Her answer is a whimpered plea.
My mouth seals to hers in a desperate kiss, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm. The fingers, still clamped around her neck, squeeze ever so lightly, and suddenly she’s screaming into my mouth as she explodes around me.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good. So fucking tight when you come. Fuck…”
Fuck.
I see goddamn stars as my own orgasm barrels through me.
We collapse in a heap of exhaustion, her head on my shoulder and my fingers tangled in her silken hair.
“I think you scrambled my brain.” Voice sleepy, she snuggles farther into me. “But I think I liked it.”
“You onlythinkyou liked it?”
Her laughter vibrates across my chest, lighting me up all over again.
God, this woman.
“I mean, the sex was… There aren’t even words to describe it.”
I wait in silence for the rest of her explanation, dreading the objections—the fucking rejection—I’m sure she’s about to give.
But there’s nothing.
Deep even breaths coast across my skin, and I realize she’s fallen asleep.
No fucking words at all.
A sense of profound satisfaction settles over me.Maybe I can have everything, after all.
* * *
Morning light filters through my consciousness, waking me from one of the most restful sleeps I’ve ever had.
Except, instead of a gorgeous woman, a sheet covers me from the waist down.
Bolting upright, my head swivels and gaze darts around the tiny room, hoping like hell I’ll find her next to me. But all that greets me is a mess of clothes, a few dingy pieces of furniture, and linens that, while clean and homey, have seen better days.
Agitation pricks at the back of my neck as I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and fish around for my boxers. Obviously, my mind was too filled with lust last night to notice how stained and threadbare the carpet is. Or to spot the cracks in the walls and watermarks on the ceiling.
God, this place is a dump.
