Page 72 of Forget Me

“It’s all right. We don’t have to.” Though my dick had other ideas. It was steel in my shorts.

“No, Mateo.” She ground against me, and spots danced in front of my eyes. “I want it.”

Kissing up her neck from her shoulder to her earlobe, I ended with a tweak to her nipple. “Then you will have it.”

I shoved down my shorts and kicked them off. I grabbed the box of condoms from the foot of the bed, ripped it open, and drew one out. I rolled it on gently, willing myself not to go off too soon.

I caressed the mouthwatering curve of her ass and then wedged one hand under her, gripping her torso against me. With my other hand, I lifted her leg and hooked it around mine. I slicked my fingers through her wetness—God, her arousal was amazingly endless—then carefully guided myself home.

We both gasped when I ended the thrust. In this position, I couldn’t get all of me inside, but it was enough to hit the spot I’d found earlier with my fingers. One hand resting on her clit, I pumped my hips. She hummed with pleasure.

Each slide inside her made tingles erupt along my spine. Mimi’s breath quickened as I squeezed her nipple and brushed her clit. But I needed more. I needed the heady rush of skin slapping against skin. I needed to be balls-deep inside her.

Slowly, I dragged myself out.

I nudged her forward until she was face-down on the bed. Tugging up her hips, I kneeled behind her. She tucked her arms under the pillow, a half-smile of anticipation on her face. For a moment, I admired the way the lamplight gilded the curve of her ass and the plump lips that beckoned to me. And then, grasping her hips, I slid inside.

Hips to ass, I found heaven. I ground against her, not wanting to leave the comfort I’d found. Slowly, I slid out and then thrust back in. Mimi let out a long groan.

“Is this all right, mi tesoro?”

“Fuck. Yes.” She put a hand between us where we joined, and a spark raced straight to my balls. Her hand left my body to touch herself. She moaned. “More, Mateo.”

I gripped her hips and did as she asked. I thrust once, twice, three times. God, I was close. But I wouldn’t come until she did. I focused on the long line of her spine and the way the lamplight split her back into a light half and a dark one. I lifted a hand and traced the line of shadow.

“Harder,” she grunted, pushing back against me.

I was done for. I was going to die right here in this bed, over this woman who’d turned me inside out. I obliged her, gripping her hips and lifting them to meet my thrusts. Our skin slapped, a counterpoint to her moans. My balls tightened.

“Mimi, I—”

She stiffened and interrupted me with a wailing groan. I stilled, letting her climax wring out of her, savoring the squeeze that grayed my vision. Then I thrust again, and once more, and blessed, blissful release emptied me out. I let out a long, appreciative curse.

Mimi’s legs were trembling, and I eased her to the bed as I pulled out. I caressed her ass once before I covered her up and went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

She was already asleep when I gathered her into my arms and tucked myself behind her.

Over the course of an evening, she’d become my entire world.

I never wanted to let her go.

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