Page 35 of Back to You
“Please!”
“Fuck yeah.” His teeth scored my shoulder. I couldn’t breathe. My cock rubbed against the bed with each thrust, pinned beneath me and the mattress. His grip on my hips was oddly tender compared to the rough way he was fucking me into the sheets, and every time he struck gold, I cried out his name. “That’s right, baby. Moan for me. Tell me how much you love my cock.”
“God, I love it. I need it, ohfuck, I’m so close, I’m right there.” I panted the words, writhing beneath Dane’s strong body as my balls drew up tight. I humped the bed in a frantic search for a release from the pressure. When it hit me, it hit hard. I came screaming Dane’s name. My cock pulsed with wave after wave of pleasure flooding white-hot through me.
Dane’s cock drove into me like a piston. I knew when he came, because he buckled over me and buried his face in my hair with a throaty groan. “Oh, Hols.” He kissed the back of my neck, his breathing ragged. “Hols. Damn. Hold on.” He pulled out with a small pinch and stood. I closed my eyes and listened to his footsteps disappear down the hall. He returned with a warm cloth to clean up the mess we’d made.
But fuck, it was so worth it.
“Mmph…” I mumbled when he removed the cuffs and the blindfold. I didn’t go far. I crawled out of the wet spot, then collapsed in the sea of teal sheets, my muscles lax and still twitching with euphoria. It was like every bone in my body had been turned to goo, and I couldn’t have been happier about it. My sigh was one of contentment.
Dane crawled into bed beside me, his kisses so tender. I blinked up at him to see him smiling from ear to ear. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Hols,” he murmured, brushing his knuckles down my cheek. “What did I do to deserve you?”
I threw my arms around him, suddenly overflowing with love for this man. “I could ask you the same thing.”
