Page 62 of While She Sleeps

I nod. “So close.”

“But you’re not going to come, are you, baby?”

“Not until you tell me I can.” I whisper the answer he wants to hear, even if I’m not sure I can execute the order.

I’m so close I’m starting to think a light breeze could send me tumbling over the edge, but I’m not going to tell him that. He’d probably try to test it, and for some reason I’m desperate not to disappoint him.

He gives me a wide smile, and I just about stop breathing at the sight. Jesus Christ. How is he even real?

“Open wide for me,” he orders, and my mouth drops open of its own accord. I’ve never been much of a fan of giving blow jobs, not that I’ve given many, but my mouth waters at the sight of his precum beaded at the tip of his cock. The times I’ve done this before were to get information from a target, but this feels so different, like it’s not even the same act.

He presses forward slowly, allowing me to lap at the salty goodness and take my time exploring the hard ridges and prominent veins.

“Holy fuck,” he groans as he fists both hands in my hair, tugging with the perfect amount of strength to have my core clenching with desperation. “Your mouth is everything.”

I hum around him as I try to find a rhythm to take both him and the toy, but I’m too uncoordinated between my burning muscles and the heady pleasure that weighs down on me.

“Let me,” he murmurs, stepping us back toward the mirror slightly before guiding me back and forth. Each time I retreat from his cock, I’m impaled on the toy, and each time I pull back from the dildo, his cock lodges at my throat, demanding entry.

“I could fuck your mouth all night, but seeing how your cunt stretches around that toy has me desperate to feel you around my cock.” He drags my mouth from his hard length and stares down at me with heated eyes. “Are you ready for me, Little Flame?”

I nod my head, not trusting my voice.

Without missing a beat, Orion lifts, and I groan as the dildo slips from my core, immediately feeling too empty and unsatisfied. God, I need to come so badly. I don’t think I’ve ever been so desperate for an orgasm in my life.

He lifts me with ease, and I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively. He carries me toward the bed and drops me into the center. He doesn’t waste a second before he crawls up over my body, pushing my legs up until they rest on his shoulders, and he’s staring down at me with fire in his dark eyes.

“I’ve been dreaming about this for so fucking long,” he murmurs into the space between us, but my lust filled mind doesn’t bother reminding him we’ve only known one another for a few weeks. It doesn’t matter as long as he gets inside me soon.

He shifts slightly, slipping his hand between us to notch the head of his cock at my entrance, and I lift my hips, immediately trying to get him inside me quicker.

He chuckles. “So desperate for me.”

“Please, Orion. I need you. I need you to fuck me. I need to come.” The words tumble from my mouth before I can catch them, but from the way his eyes darken, I don’t think I would if I could. He seems to like it when I beg.

Without warning, he sinks into my aching pussy, and I cry out at the sudden stretch. Okay, maybe I was wrong. He’s thicker than the dildo.

“Jesus,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “Ember, your pussy. God, it’s fucking heaven.”

I lift my arms around his neck, urging his face down, and he crashes his lips to mine as he retreats slightly before thrusting forward again.

Each pump of his hips shoves me closer to the edge, and I have no idea how I’m going to hold my inevitable release off if he tells me I can’t come.

Orion trails kisses along my cheek and down my throat, forcing my legs further back. But I don’t care. If he wants to bend me into a pretzel, I’m not going to say no, so long as there’s an orgasm in it for me.

“Orion,” I moan, tears gathering at the corners of my eyes as I fight against the rush of pleasure gathering in my core. “Please. I need to come. Please let me come.”

He looks down at me through dark lashes, his shoulders bunched with tension, and I realize he’s trying just as hard not to come as I am. “I don’t know how I’ll ever deny you anything, Little Flame.”

As if to punctuate his point, he picks up his pace, fucking me into the mattress with so much force I’m sure I’ll be covered in bruises tomorrow. But I hope I am. I hope the evidence of our time together lasts forever, because after tonight, I know I have to walk away.

It would be far too easy to fall in love with a man like Orion Henderson, and that’s a complication I absolutely cannot afford.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

ORION

If I didn’t already know I was keeping Ember, I sure as hell am now.

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