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“I know.” His voice is tight.
I shift, trying to work myself onto him.
“Cal.” The word is spoken between clenched teeth. He presses his forehead to mine, his body taut. The muscles of his arms stand out in stark relief. I run my hands over them, and he relaxes a fraction. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
I wiggle again, lifting my hips, until he sinks in another inch and hisses a breath. “You’re not hurting me.” Another inch and I gasp at the pleasure. “Please, Jonah,” I beg. “You feel so good.”
“Fuck, don’t wind me up like that.” He keeps his forehead pressed to mine as he sinks deeper, pushing me into the mattress, like the world’s best weighted blanket. As he slides home, we both moan.
“So good,” I whisper.
“I know. Watching you come got me close.” He rolls his hips and pleasure arcs through me like lightning. Another roll, his face pressed into my neck, his hand pinning mine to the bed. Then messy thrusts, my nails digging into his back, his breath damp in my ear. Raw, and primal, and gasping. So good. And right there.
“You take me so well.” His voice is rough.
“I love the way you feel.”
He groans his approval at my words and increases his pace, until we’re both straining and hanging by a thread.
“More, Jonah, yes.”
“You’re perfect.”
And then he’s rasping hoarse sounds in my ear, sounding like he might come at any moment, and pleasure is making my legs shake, the sensation spreading from where he’s filling me up, to where his stomach brushes my clit, where his lips meet my neck. A final thrust breaks me apart. I gasp his name, and he throws his head back in pleasure. The orgasm is a wave cresting through my blood, the desire sharp and sweet, then warm and drugging. His hips are still pumping helplessly into mine, before he collapses over me.
“Callie.” He presses his lips to my neck. “Callie.” He sounds like he’s half out of his mind. “How?” He raises his head. Our eyes meet and in his I see awe, desire, and a new realization. It’s the same conclusion I’ve come to—the same warmth filling my chest, terrifying and amazing, all at once.
Everything has changed.
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Jonah
Callie presses her face into my chest while I smooth a hand down her back. Too good. I’m spent, but my body is already thinking about round two. Callie is limp in my arms, her breaths puffing against my skin. I am triumphant. There is nothing better than watching her fall apart.
“When did you become a pleasure dom?” Her voice is soft, like she doesn’t want to break the cocoon we’re in. Early morning sun streams in through the windows that face the garden.
“Become?”
“Or, decide that’s what you liked, I guess.”
I run a hand over her hip as I think. “I’m not sure. I’ve always preferred my partners’ pleasure to my own. But I didn’t really learn the term until later in life. It can be annoying for some women, though.” A fact I’ve accepted. This is what I need, and it works for some, not for others. “I definitely choose carefully when I sleep with people. It’s an experience. Part of why I said I didn’t want to have drunk sex with you. I like to be fully present and in control.”
She stills in my arms.
“What?”
“I just really liked it, that’s all.”
I pull back to see her cheeks tinged with pink. Fuck, she’s pretty. Soft curves and wild, dark hair. Her lips are swollen and her eyes are hazy. I did that. Masculine pride fills my chest. “What did you like about it?”
She bites her lip. “I liked how much you liked it, honestly. And the three orgasms helped too.”
I laugh softly. “Wait and see how you feel when I’m asking you for five or six, or more. Or bringing you to the edge and then leaving you hanging.”
“You’d do that?” She sounds shocked but excited.
“And more.” Until this is over. Because it will end. And fuck, I don’t want to think about that right now, because she’s in my arms and I’m weak where she’s concerned. “What else?” I ask.
