“Give me what I want, and I’ll stop talking,” she whispers while trailing kisses over my jaw.
I should have covered that filthy mouth of hers again. I’m glad I didn’t, though, because despite driving me closer to madness with every word, I’m relishing the fact that she’s as desperate as I am. Thoughts of getting more chances to fuck her any way I please after tonight finally dissolve my hesitancy.
The dam breaks. It only takes one hard, punishing thrust of my hips for her to close her eyes and break out in a devious smile. My body tenses, and her breaths turn shaky, but I start to pound into her again anyway.
This new position makes it even tighter and shows no mercy for my lasting game, but I no longer care. I lean back an inch, angling my body to the side. My hips come down in quick succession, burying every inch of myself inside her repeatedly without stopping until her stomach starts to clench.
“There,” she whispers, eyes slammed shut. “Right.There. Oh mygod.”
I don’t change a single thing about my position or pace. My molars grind against each other, and I focus on continuing to breathe while the muscles in her body quiver beneath me. Head spinning, chest burning . . . then she throws her head back and slightly twists her upper body. She’s stunning, coming apart so passionate and wild.
I doubt she’s paying any attention to me, but I lower my mouth to her cheek and all but growl a string of praises. “Gorgeous,” I say in between thrusts. “I can’t look away from you. You’re so damn perfect when you’re about to come.”
She nearly screams, and I bite down on my lower lip.
“I’m with you,” I add with a groan. “I’m right there with you, Mace.”
Her walls close in around me with a pulse so damn hot and strong, my balls draw up. My thrusts keep on while I dip my chin to capture a nipple in my mouth and suck hard.
Her leg falls from my shoulder, and she yanks me toward her face to kiss me as my hips land flat against hers. She hums, vibrating against my lips while I jerk inside her.
It goes on forever, it seems.
Crashing, then floating.
Just when I think the zaps of electricity have fully died down, an aftershock courses through my veins again.
Eventually, I hide my flushed face in her hair and rest my forearms on either side of her head. When I notice she’s barely moved after more than a minute, I lift my head.
“Babe,” I whisper.
She whispers back without opening her eyes. “Yeah?”
I adjust my body so that my weight isn’t crushing her. I plant little kisses on her cheeks, all over, one after the other, until she smiles.
She turns her head and locks our lips before I pepper her with more pecks on her face. Her legs shake every few seconds, and I pull away from her mouth to cock an eyebrow. Her eyes have already drifted closed again.
I slip an arm beneath her and haul her with me as I roll to my back. Her chest presses against mine, and I hold her tight before lazily tracing my finger over her back. She lays her cheek on my pec and seems relaxed, but her thighs still tremble.
I grab an ass cheek to get her attention. It doesn’t work, so I slap it instead.
She finally lifts her head and folds her hands on my chest to prop up her chin. It reminds me of the time she did that while I recorded a silly video of us to our future kids as a joke. Right here in this same bed.
“You alive?” I ask.
She smiles and nods, but her eyes close again. I slap the other ass cheek.
“What?” she laughs softly.
I put a hand behind my head while my other arm snakes around her waist. My eyes linger on every freckle over the bridge of her nose. The little line in the center of her full bottom lip. The slight curl at the very end of her eyelashes.
Her hair falls in a tousled mess around her cheeks, but I leave it the way it is instead of brushing it away.
“Just sleepy?” I ask.
She nods and smiles again. I’m suddenly ready to close my eyes and drift off, too. For about twenty-four straight hours, if possible. My brain is sending signals to my tired body after a full week of stress and worry.
She’s here now. You can rest.