Page 85 of A Duet of Darkness and Dreams

I can’t help the moans that escape me now. I’ve lost all sense of myself. There’s just him and me and us together.

“You’re taking me so well,” he praises, his hand running up and down the arch of my spine. “That’s it. Arch your back for me—just like that.”

“Oh god,” I cry, my voice muffled by the sheets. I’m so full. So overwhelmed, but still he sinks into me deeper. I feel his hair tickle my back, kisses peppered along my shoulders, as he waits for me to adjust to him. But I need more—my body is desperatefor friction, so I push my hips back. My eyes roll as the pressure glides over that perfect spot inside me, and my legs tremble again.

“That’s right, fuck yourself on my cock,” he says.

Something wild seems to take over me as I rock my hips back, impaling myself on him over and over. Nothing has ever felt so good, so purely animalistic and uninhibited.

“Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you look right now?”

Closer, closer, and then it’s as if all of me shatters at once. Like hurling a bowling ball at a mirror, I splinter and shake and scream out with the sheer force of my orgasm. My thoughts are incoherent, time ceases to exist, and all I can feel is Dave thrusting in and out of me, coaxing out the ripples of my pleasure.

“You’re so goddamn perfect,” he groans, grabbing my arms and pinning them behind my back as he drills into me. All I can do is hold on for dear life as he fills me over and over, before finally his rhythm falters.

“Fu—ck,” he cries.

He lets go of my arms and they drop to my sides like dead weight, then rests his chest on my back. He’s breathing hard and so am I. I can barely move. There’s no strength left in me, so I just stay where I am. After a minute, he pulls out of me, and while I had originally been sure I wouldn’t be able to accommodate his size, now with him gone, I feel empty.

With a kiss to my spine, he gets up off the bed. “I’ll be right back.” He walks away and out the door and I fall to my side as I try to regain some control over my limbs.

It was just one night. One time to get it out of our systems so we could go back to being friends—or whatever we were before this—but now . . .

Maybe this was a huge mistake.

He returns a moment later and sits next to me, wiping my damp hair away from my face. He grasps my cheeks in the palmsof his hands and darts his eyes between mine. “You okay? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

“I’m fine . . . just—I’m just a bit overwhelmed.”

“Are you sure? I brought you some water, and here, let me clean you up.”

There’s a damp cloth in his hand, and a smile pulls at the corners of my lips as I let him wash me with it. Then he hands me the glass of water. When I’m done, he climbs over me and pulls me into him. He nuzzles his face into my hair, closes his eyes, and sighs.

“Uh, Dave?”

“Hmm?”

“I should go back,” I whisper.

“Why?” he asks.

I blink. What does he meanwhy? “Because that’s where I’m supposed to be sleeping.”

He opens his eyes and looks down at me. “Oh, right.” His fingers twirl in my hair and it’s so euphoric I almost forget why I said I need to leave. I’ve been waiting for him to do that to me for months.

“Will you lie with me for a few minutes?” he asks.

“Just a few minutes,” I agree warily.

He smiles and closes his eyes again, and I’m surprised by how he pulls me into him. How he wraps his arms around me, his legs, like I’m the most precious thing in the world to him.

“I should really get back—”

“Just a few more minutes, then I’ll walk you back out there and tuck you in,” he says.

“Okay.”

I rest my hand over his heart and feel the steady beat tapping my palm. His index finger traces up and down my arm, and I close my eyes at the feeling of calm that washes over me.

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