Page 96 of One Last Shot

Oh my God, am I going to come again already? “Yes,” I say, resting my head and shoulders against the wooden door. “Yes, keep doing that.”

His hum of agreement reverberates through my body as I lean my shoulders back against the door, chasing my second orgasm only minutes after the first. The feel of him, long and rigid, sliding along my already sensitive walls has my muscles quaking in response. He switches to my other breast and the minute he sucks that nipple into his mouth, my core muscles begin clenching around him. He pounds into me, lifting his head from my breast to look me in the eye. “Yes,” he coaxes, “give it to me.”

I climax with his name on my lips, and my body goes limp against him. I’m spent, but he’s not done. He sets me down gently, then turns me so I’m facing the door. I’d forgotten that there’s a circular window in the arched door until I’m looking out at my quiet street. He uses his feet to spread my legs so they’re shoulder width apart, then he takes each of my hands in his and places them above the window. Gripping my hips, he tilts them back and pushes into me from behind. I’m so sensitive that just having him inside me again is making my muscles clench around him.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his mouth next to my ear.

“Yes. I’m just so sensitive. Be gentle.”

“Like this?” He slides a hand down to my clit, running his finger over and around it, but so light he’s barely touching me.

“Oh no,” I pant as I push my hips back to meet his thrusts. “No, Sasha. I can’t.”

“Can’t come again a third time?” His voice is deliciously low and seductive. “I beg to differ.”

“I’m too tender,” I tell him, afraid I’m so sensitive it will hurt.

“Really?” He continues running his finger over my clit featherlight, and it doesn’t hurt at all. It’s so gentle and loving, and I’m so keyed up and it’s bringing on another kind of orgasm.

“No.” The word is a whisper as it escapes my lips, and in the window I watch the reflection of his face. He’s all concentration right now. His eyebrows dip low as he focuses on bringing me even more pleasure, but the tight pull of his lips between his teeth lets me know how hard he’s working to control his own orgasm.

He slows down, his hips meeting mine with less speed, but he drives even deeper into me, if that’s possible. As his finger works its magic, my legs start to shake, and he wraps his other arm around my waist, holding me to him. “I’ve got you.”

Within seconds my entire body is tensing up, my back arches, and I feel him swell inside me as he can’t hold his own orgasm back any longer. “Yes Petra,now,” he growls into my ear. It’s as if his words trigger the breaking of the dam, and heat floods through me as my white-hot release triggers a full-body orgasm. I feel him pulsing against my inner walls as he pumps his release into me, but it’s the words spilling out of his mouth that turn me on the most.

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone else. It’s always been you, love. Always, only you.”

My orgasm hits me full-force with those words, and I may or may not scream in agreement, I really can’t be sure because suddenly there are tears leaking out of my eyes and it’s like I’ve lost control of all my emotions. I’ve never felt this way about anyone but him, either. Nothing in my life has come close—the ease I feel around him when we hang out, the undercurrent of sexual tension that has me constantly wanting to rip my clothes off and offer myself up to him, the trust we’re building slowly but surely.I could get used to this.

“Hey,” he says softly, his cheek pressed against mine as he holds me against him. “What are these tears about?”

“I’m just ...” I search for the words. “Overcome with feelings is all. Nothing bad.”

“You have feelings?” he jokes, and it’s exactly the mood lightener I need. We laugh together.

“I assure you, it comes as a shock to both of us.” I turn my head and kiss him on the cheek.

“Let’s get us cleaned up,” he says as he pulls out of me. “I’ll get the shower going.”

“Sasha, I can’t have shower sex right now.”

“Who said anything about sex? But I do want those lips on my dick as soon as possible.” He has the freaking nerve to smirk at me.

“Always the romantic,” I say, rolling my eyes, even though the thought of being on my knees in front of him, taking him in my mouth with water raining down on us, actually does turn me on. Again. Already.

“It’s been weeks since I’ve had your mouth on me, and I just gave you three orgasms,” he reminds me. “A man has needs too, you know.”

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“A girl could get used to this treatment,” I say as he hands me a plate with half a bagel and an egg, and sets a glass with a smoothie in front of me. He’s packed it full of raw spinach in an attempt to get more iron in me. The iron supplement sitting next to it already gives me plenty, but I appreciate the effort. “Do you really have to leave?”

He takes a seat across from me. “You know I’d stay if I could, right?”

“I feel a little guilty that I’ve taken you away from Stella this weekend.”

“Don’t. I was supposed to be away this weekend for Games 6 and 7. Raina was already planning to stay at my place, and she and Stella had some fun things planned anyway.”

“Did you tell her you’re here?” I take a sip of my smoothie and swallow down my supplement so he can’t read anything into my facial expression. I don’t want him to feel like he has to hide this relationship, but at the same time, it’s too complicated to explain to her.

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