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“Come for me,” I say.
Her head falls back. “I can’t. Too soon. But keep touching. That, I like.”
“Not sure how much longer I got.”
“You go.” She pants the words. “Please, Tuck,go.”
It hits me like a crack of lightning. Maren is on a down thrust, her pussy lips spreading around my girth. Her tightness milks the orgasm from my balls to my head in one heartbeat flat. White light fills my vision. My skin.
I can’t breathe.
I come in hot, endless pulses inside her. The pleasure is excruciating, the kind that strips you bare and leaves you out to die. Shouting, I tighten my grip on Maren and hold on.
I hold her.
She covers my hands with hers. There’s something infinitely soothing about the gesture. Especially when she tangles her fingers with mine, just like I did when I made her come.
Like she knows I need her as much as she needed me in that moment.
No one can withstand this kind of feeling alone.
Shegets it. Without me having to say a word, she fucking gets it.
The orgasm’s sharp edges soften until they disappear altogether. Leaving me a gasping, spent mess in their wake. My heart is everywhere: in my skin, my dick, which is still inside Maren.
“You’re such a cliché, Superman.”
I open my eyes to find her smiling down at me.
“What?” I ask.
“Pussy is your kryptonite.”
Seriously, this girl needs to stop making me laugh, or?—
Or what?
“Your pussy is my kryptonite.” I give her hips a squeeze before I pull her against me so that she’s bent at the waist, her tits to my chest. “That was... way too good.”
She pulls up her arms and burrows into my chest. She’s warm. Warm and so freaking soft. Can’t help but wrap her in my arms.
I can feel her heart beating hard and fast against my breastbone.
Without thinking I run my fingertips across her back. Goosebumps break out over her skin. She shivers.
“Thatwasgood,” she says.
I hold her closer against me. Press a kiss to the top of her head. “You all right?”
“Yeah. Yes. I’ll be fine. That orgasm—I think it wrecked me, Tuck.”
“You really can’t come more than once?”
She shakes her head, digging her fingers into my chest hair. “I can get close the second time, but never quite to the finish line. I don’t hate it, because it usually means the orgasms I do have are really, really good.”
I lift an eyebrow. “Are you saying you’re halfway to another orgasm right now?”
“I guess so, yeah. Sometimes it just goes away, and other times?—”
