Page 53 of The Last Thing
I swirl my finger around her opening as I lick and suck on her clit. She claws at my hair, bucking against me.
That’s right. Take what you need. I’ll give you everything.
“Yes, yes… Deck!” She falls apart as wave after wave of pleasure hits her.
She’s a shaking mess as she finishes and finally lets go of my hair.
I’m grinning like an idiot as I stare down at her beautiful, flushed body.
Her eyes flit to mine, and she reaches for me.
Stroking my hand down my hard length, I rub my thumb over the tip, smearing the pre-cum. Then I put it to her mouth, and she greedily licks it off.
“You’re going to kill me, Hellion.”
She grins up at me, and I grab her hips, lining myself up at her entrance, but she stops me with a hand to my chest.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I… just assumed. You’re pregnant. We don’t need to use a condom.” Seriously, why would we?
“Condoms don’t just protect against pregnancy.”
Oh, right. Is it bad I didn’t even consider that?
She pins me with a glare. “When was the last time you were tested?”
“Honestly? I don’t fucking remember. But it was after the last time I hooked up with someone before you.”
“And since we were together?”
I let out a little growl at that. “If you think I’m the guy out fucking someone new every weekend, you haven’t been paying any attention at all. I haven’t been with another person since I was with you. I haven’t thought of anyone else. Because I wasn’t done with you yet. Since that night, it’s been me and my hand and memories of you.”
She arches a brow. “And you’re not worried about me?”
“Should I be?”
With a swallow, she shakes her head, her face softening. “No. But… I’ve never gone bare with anyone before.”
My grin is practically feral. “Are you saying I’m special?” I tease her entrance with my tip.
She lets out a shuddery breath, then locks eyes with me. “I’m saying you should appreciate how lucky you are.”
“Oh, I appreciate that every single day.”
Leaning down, I fist my fingers in her hair, staring into her gorgeous eyes as I press inside her.
Her eyes slip closed. I know she wants to hide from this. From us.
It’s scary how good this feels. How right. And there’s no way she can deny she feels it too.
“Open your eyes. Look at me.”
Reluctantly, she does it.
“Good girl. Keep them open. Keep your eyes on me. I want you with me for every perfect second of this.”
Her eyes stay on mine, and I slowly pull out and thrust back in.
