Page 80 of Fight Or Flight

Our eyes lock and he slowly pushes a single finger inside of me. Another gasp flies out of my mouth and my body goes still at the intrusion. My body feels like it may explode and heat spreads over every inch of my skin.

“Look at me,” he commands softly.

I turn my focus back to his handsome face just as he bends and brushes his lips over mine. His finger slides out of me. I’m about to protest when I feel him add another, sending both deep inside of me.

In and out.

Slow and steady.

His fingers create a sinful rhythm, one my body dances and sways to. Suddenly, I feel the muscles between my thighs tighten and spasm around his fingers and I start to pant.

“I…oh…I think…”

My words die on his lips.

My legs buckle.

My back arches.

My whole being chases the sweet climax his fingers promise.

“That’s it, ride it out, Brook,” he murmurs, pumping faster. His thumb circles my clit, and my hips buck once more.

“Eric,” I pant as my pace quickens and I rock wildly against his hand. Gripping his shoulders, I throw my head back against the pillows and close my eyes as the greatest feeling in the world overtakes my body.

“Such a pretty little hurricane,” he rasps as I dig my heels into the mattress and lift my hips one last time. My body locks and I moan as his fingers slow. Just when I think it’s impossible to feel anything else, the aftershocks of my first orgasm tease me and another load moan is pulled from the back of my throat.

“That was the most beautiful thing I have ever witnessed,” he says, finding my mouth. I lift my head from the pillow and move my hands to his cheeks, holding him steady as I stare at him like he’s a dream. The hardness of his erection presses against my thigh and I lick my lips—not a dream.

“My turn,” I murmur, pulling his mouth to mine. With a confidence I’m sure is born from experiencing an earthshaking orgasm, I roll us so that Eric is on his back. He reaches for the hem of my tank and quickly pulls it over my head. Throwing it to the side, he stares at me like I’m everything he’s ever wished for.

Like everything he needs.

His gaze fuels the fire inside of me and I hastily pull his shirt over his head. My hands glide down his smooth chest, to the hint of abs that lead to the waistband of his gym shorts. I recline, zoning in on the outline of his erection and just when I’m about to hook my fingers under the waistband of his shorts, his hands cover mine.

“Wait,” he pants.

Blowing the hair away from my eyes, I peer up at him from under the fringe of my lashes. I’m not sure the cause for delay, but I hope we can quickly move past whatever the hold up seems to be. My patience is thin and my need strong.

“Brook.”

“What?”

Dragging his eyes away from my boobs, he exhales roughly and lifts a hand. He winds it around the back of my neck, giving it a gentle squeeze as he pushes the hair away from my face and grins at me.

“I like where this is going.”

Excellent!

We’re on the same page.

“Me too,” I agree, reaching for his shorts.

Now, can we please get naked?

“But maybe we should slow down.”

Is he kidding me?

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