Page 83 of Double Fault

Rubbing her thumb over my cheek, she nods. “Stop worrying about making it last and just make it good.”

“I can do that.”

Hands planted on either side of her, I pull out of her slowly and push back in, studying her as I move, finding a rhythm and a pace she likes. It isn’t long before I find that sweet spot and she’s arching off the bed.

My hands find hers, our fingers entwined beside her head.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” I press my lips to the crook of her neck, then move lower and swirl my tongue around her nipple. I give the other the same attention, then tug, and she writhes against me. “You look so good taking my cock.”

With a hand in my hair, she urges me back up to her mouth. I kiss her long and deep, getting lost in the feel of her.

Fuck, it’s all so good. Too good.

I never thought I’d feel anything close to this ever again.

This woman is dangerous.

I want to make this last, but I’m too far gone already.

“Tell me you’re close.” I release her hands so I can brace myself over her and find her clit. “I’m not going to last much longer.”

Teeth sinking into her lip, she nods, her eyelids heavy and her chest heaving. “Like that,” she encourages. “Keep going.”

A moment later, her eyes roll back and her pussy clenches my cock in a vise.

Unable to hold back any longer, I follow her over the edge, letting out a moan so loud I worry I’ll wake Maddie.

As my heart rate gradually slows, I blink down at the beauty beneath me.

“Holy shit.”

She laughs softly, gliding her fingers through my hair. “Remind me again why we didn’t do that sooner?”

Groaning, I bury my head in her neck. “Because I’m an idiot.”

When she laughs again, the way her walls squeeze my cock is both heavenly and torturous.

“That’s very true. I’m glad you’re self-aware.” She twists her lips. “Actually, your self-awareness makes it worse. It means you actively choose to be an idiot.”

“Take that back.” I kiss her hard.

She kisses me back, a giggle bubbling out of her. “No.”

With one hand holding me up, I smooth her hair back. “You’re never going to listen to me, are you?”

Eyes twinkling, she presses a hand to my cheek. “No, never.”

Eventually, I slip out of her. She rises up onto her elbows, her dark eyes watching as I wrap the condom in a tissue and toss it in the trash bin.

I want to climb back into her bed. Hold her naked my body to mine.

But fear holds me back.

Instead, I yank my pants on, gather the rest of my discarded clothes, and edge toward the door.

“Good night.”

She wets her lips, still watching my every move. “Night.”

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