Page 118 of You're The One
“Still think I talk too much?”
I want to roll my eyes. But also kiss him. I only hum and let the aftershocks roll through me.
He’s been getting me off for… I don’t even know how long. He has to be more than a little uncomfortable by now.
I slide my hand down his side, attention snagging on the outline of his cock straining against his sweats.
He grabs hold of my biceps. “You know you don’t have to.”
“Iwantto.”
“Oh, thank fuck.”
He helps me strip off my top. His cock pulses, already leaking, as I lower myself between his legs. When my tongue meets his warm skin, he groans, head tipping back on the pillow.
I wrap my lips around the head and take him deeper, my hand curling around the base. I find a rhythm, steady and unhurried, and he swears under his breath. His muscles tense with the effort to keep still.
“Fuck, Mia. I’m not going to last.” He reaches down and finds my hand on his thigh, threading our fingers together. His grip borders on painful, but I like being anchored to him. Connected.
“That’s so good… You’re perfect… Doing so well,” he rambles.
I hollow my cheeks and suck, his praise making me clench. When I glance up at him, his eyes are locked on mine, wrecked and reverent.
That’s all it takes. He comes, and I swallow him down.
“Come here,” he rasps, tugging me up to him.
I crawl over his body, and he kisses me, cupping my face with both hands. I taste the mixture of us on his tongue.
He rolls so we’re side by side, facing each other. His thumb brushes along my cheek as we catch our breath.
The tenderness makes my skin hum, a little too much.
I turn away, onto my stomach, wrung out and too tired to care that I’m completely naked. I hug one of his pillows, burying my nose in the faint trace of his scent.
Logically, I know this bed is identical to mine three floors below. But it feels different. Better.
Dom kisses a slow path down my spine.
“I’m just going to rest my eyes for five minutes,” I mumble, melting into the mattress.
“You know you can stay, right?”
He gathers me against him, wrapping around me from behind. He’s warm and a little sweaty, but I don’t mind it.
I shake my head. “Just five minutes.”
He chuckles, his breath ruffling my hair across my cheek. “Okay, baby.”
“Don’t call me that.”
Another soft laugh. “Why not?”
“I’m not your baby.”
His grin is practically audible. “Okay.”
It’s the last thing I hear before I do the thing I promised myself I wouldn’t—stay.
