Page 117 of You're The One
I blink into focus. His pupils are blown wide, nearly swallowing the color. He keeps his fingers moving inside me, not looking away.
It’s too much.
Too intense.
Too good.
“I’m close,” I rasp.
I try to guide him where I want him, my fingers still tangled in his hair. But he doesn’t budge. Just keeps watching me.
Then he presses a single kiss to my center and pulls away entirely, moving up the bed.
“What are you doing?” I turn my head to follow him, irritation edging into my voice.
He pulls his shirt off before he lies beside me, tipping his head toward me. He extends his hand. “Come.”
“That’s what I wastryingto do,” I grumble.
He gives me one of those crooked smiles, and it makes my core clench. I can’t believe I ever disliked that smile.
“Sit on my face, Mia.”
I blink, still flat on my back. The only thing I move is my head, tilting to look at the ceiling instead of him.
I’ve never done that before. Would I even like it?
It seems like the kind of position that sounds hot in theory but turns into a coordination test with a side of thigh cramps. Or maybe that’s just sixty-nine?
I know if I stall much longer, he’ll start asking questions. I want to come, and I’m not about to let overthinking ruin that for me.
I crawl up the bed, trying to figure out the best way to do this, but he doesn’t give me the chance. He grabs my hips and guides me into place. My knees settle on either side of his head, my feet against his shoulders. I hover for a moment, unsure.
Something about the mix of power and vulnerability in this position, and the hunger in his eyes, turns me on more.
“Sit.”
He doesn’t wait for me to comply, just pulls me down. He groans when his mouth finds me,finally.
Andholy shit.
My thighs start to tremble almost immediately. I brace one hand on the wall behind the bed, the other lost in his hair, anchoring myself.
It’s too much and not enough all at once. My breath comes in quick bursts, hips rolling without permission.
“Dom,” I breathe, but I don’t know what I’m trying to say.
He growls in response, the vibration making me jolt. He tightens his grip on my ass, urging me somehow closer.
My whole body tightens, then melts. Pleasure pulses through me, a sound I barely recognize slipping out. My hand slides from the wall as I bow forward, chest heaving, but he doesn’t let up.
“Dom.” This time it’s a plea, though I’m not sure what for.
“Give me another.”
I do.
He talks me through two more, to be exact, before I’m a boneless heap at his side.
