Page 178 of My Only

Heat rose between us.

Our movements shook the queen-sized bed inside the RV’s private room.

I inhaled his heavy breaths. He inhaled mine.

Our moans synced.

I broke the kiss just for a second to glance down between us.

My stomach clenched at the sight of him—his hand wrapped tight around his erection, stroking up and down.

I swore my fingers moved even faster at that.

I looked up into his hungry, half-lidded eyes.

Jaw clenched.

Breath uneven.

Then, he smirked.

I giggled but quickly got back to it, closing my eyes and locking the vision I’d just seen into place.

A few moments of circling and moaning, and I was right there… ready.

I opened my eyes to Hassani, thinking he was too.

But he wasn’t.

He was watching me. Completely.

I slowed my pace, panting now. “Why’d you stop?”

“‘Cause you’re so damn beautiful,” he whispered, breathing hard. “Keep going.”

I laughed softly. “We’re supposed to be doing it together.”

I wanna watch you,” he said, placing his hand on my wrist. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”

And since I was right there, teetering on the edge, I kept going, my eyes fluttering open, then closed again, until I let go.

A small, quick wave of delight coursed through me, not lasting long but leaving a heavy pulse in its wake.

When I opened my eyes, Hassani’s bottom lip was trapped between his teeth.

As I caught my breath, he took my hand, brought it to his lips, and guided my fingers into his mouth.

His eyes fell closed as he sucked them slow, deep.

My jaw dropped.

I nearly screamed.

“Mmm,” he moaned, sliding my fingers out of his mouth. His eyes locked on mine. “Nothing tastes better than you.”

I smiled, watching him through low lids. “Your turn now.”

We kept true to the rule that night.

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