“Fucking hell,” I grit out, already fighting the last threads of my control, wanting nothing more than to flip her onto her back and fuck her into the mattress.
I squeeze my eyes shut, and she slaps me on the chest, so I open them, meeting her gaze as she continues to rub herself against me.
“Oh, that feels so good,” she says breathlessly, her hips pressing more firmly against me, her movements now jerky rotations.
My other hand moves from her hip to the bed, and I grip the sheets, twisting them viciously as her moan cuts off, and she exhales on a sob that leaves me cursing.
She jerks against me a few more times, the pleasure on her face euphoric, sending my blood soaring. I sit up, bracing myself on one arm behind me, my other arm coming up around her hips as I thrust up, sliding my dick along her very wet pussy.
Her arms come up around my shoulders, one hand curling up and cupping the back of my head, pressing my face between her breasts. I buck my hips, the change in my position pushing the tip of my dick into her, making a decent attempt to push through our clothing, and that’s all it takes.
“Fuck. Holy fuck,” I manage to gasp before all coherent speech gets stuck in my throat, and pleasure envelops me.
I shift my hips again, adjusting myself so I’m rubbing the length of my cock against her cunt as I come all over myself. I keep thrusting up, pushing against her, smearing the proof of my complete lack of control between us, and not giving one single fuck, as she holds me close to her.
I keep moving for a few moments before I stop, and then we remain that way, wrapped around each other, as I attempt to catch my breath.
She giggles, her lips fluttering against that sensitive space between my temple and the corner of my eye, and my entire chest constricts, an indescribable sense of peace settling over me.
She releases her hold on me, and I slowly sink back until I’m sprawled beneath her. She’s looking down at me with a soft expression and a small smile on her lips, but she says nothing, so I ask, “Is that how you normally do it?”
She cocks her head at me, her brow raising as she says, “How I do what?”
“Bring a man to his knees?”
It comes out as a question rather than a statement, and she laughs and then waves a hand at me as she replies, “Seriously, Declan.”
I smile and move my hands back to her hips, massaging as I say, “Is that how you make yourself come? By rubbing yourself on something while riding it?”
She blushes, her eyes moving away for a moment, and I worry she won’t answer due to embarrassment, so I add, “Don’t hide from me, doll face. There’s no shame in pleasuring yourself. Hell, I’ll be your most willing audience any day.”
She shrugs slightly, her eyes moving back to mine, as she says, “Sometimes. Mostly, I just use my hand. Occasionally, a toy, but I think those take a little more practice.”
“Have you not practiced before?”
She sighs and looks away again, and I squeeze her hips, bringing her focus back to me. “I’m not going to pretend you didn’t have a life before me, Issa. There’s no wrong answer here.”
She sighs again, her hands twisting on my chest as she says, “It feels weird by myself, and I’ve never been in a position where I wanted to practice with someone else.”
Somehow, I manage to keep the intense victory I’m feeling inside out of my voice as I ask, “But you’re curious?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to practice with me?”
She doesn’t answer immediately, her expression quickly shifting from amusement to worry, and I slide my hands up her back, pressing on her shoulders until her chest is pressed against mine and our eyes are locked, mere inches between us. “You don’t have to, darlin’. Just remember that I will do anything you need me to.”
“Other than leaving me alone, right?”
I chuckle, nodding as I say, “Exactly right. Anything but that.”
She gives me a wry smile but doesn’t attempt to pull away.
Instead, she wiggles around and then rests her head on my chest, relaxing into me fully, and I wrap my arms around her, taking it for what it is.
A turning point.
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