Page 194 of Lovers Like Us
Jesus.Fuck.
I take a breath, stopping myself from coming. Christ, I’m not even touching my cock. He slows a fraction, giving me sometime.
Glancing back, I catch sight of his clenched jaw, breathing hot breath through his nose. His arousal tenses his body, and damp pieces of bleached hair fall in his carnal gaze while he pounds into myass.
Raw sex. This image beats every fucking-on-his-bed fantasy I’ve everconstructed.
I know how he prefers to top,too.
Rough and deep. Just like me. Not a fucking surprise. As his pace speeds, I can’t look at him. I stare straight, my lips parted. I try to shut my mouth—I can’t. I can’t,fuck.
I cage all breath, my neck muscles strained. I can feel him in me. I white-knuckle the sheet, then I instinctively grab his arm beside me. Holding on. “Holy fuck,” I moanroughly.
I’ve never done this with someone. Never let them in this far. I’m giving myself to a person in a way that I never thought possible. Warmth and safety bridges us together, and I wouldn’t choose anyone buthim.
“Maximoff,” he grits my name, the hot pleasure like another thrust insideme.
My body rocks with his force, and my brain short-circuits to singlesyllables.
Now.
Need.
More.
Want.
More.
Him.
Fuck.
He lowers his weight on me for deeper entry. More friction. His chest melded to my fucking back, and I fall flatter, his arm curving around my collarbone, his jaw skimming my cheekbone. We’re that close. That connected together, and I’m riding a nerve-blisteringedge.
I drill a glare into the wall where a headboard would be, my pulse thumping. “Oh, fuck.” A noise escapes that I’ve never made. I shudder, a peak rippling through myveins.
Water wells in the corner of my eyes—I’m not kidding. Farrow brings me to a level I’ve never reached, and I can’t breathe, can’t speak. I’m in a new universe that catapultsme.
My eyes roll back, my fingers digging in his arm.God.I come, a sharp breath expelling out of my mouth. I rest my forehead on the bed, my energy drainingfast.
“Fuck,” Farrow curses, milking his own climax. I think he hit his peak at the same time. If I was supposed to wait for him to come first, there’s no fucking way Icould’ve.
I rub my wet eyes on the sheet, then I turn my head. Our eyes on each other’s lips. Our mouths meet in a slow, sensual kiss that mimics our come-down.
When we break apart, he pulls out, and he whispers with a peeking smile, “Better than yourfantasy?”
I lick my stinging lips. “Beyond.”
* * *
“Saturn Bridges hasgood dessert and coffee,” Farrow tells me, buttoning his black pants, the elastic band of his Calvin Klein underwear sticksout.
We just showered, and now we’re back in his atticroom.
I dry my wet hair with a towel and scroll through my phone, already dressed in another pair of jeans and a black Batman shirt. “I’ve never eatenthere.”
“But you’ve been there?” He buckles hisbelt.
