Page 188 of Lost Then Found
My hand slides up and tugs the top of her shirt down, rougher than I mean to be, but she moans when her breast spills free into my palm. I roll her nipple between my fingers—pinch, twist—just hard enough to make her hips stutter, her whole body jerking in my lap.
She’s close.
I can feel it in how she clamps around me, in the erratic rhythm of her hips as she starts chasing the high on her own, breath coming in short, desperate bursts.
She’s falling apart and she knows it. I know it. And I’m right there with her, every muscle in my body locked down tight as I hold off, teeth grit, giving her exactly what she needs.
My hand stays on her breast, fingers working her until she’s squirming against me, thighs trembling, that pretty, ruined moan building deep in her throat.
I lean in, my mouth dragging across the shell of her ear, breath hot and shaking.
“You feel so fuckin’ good, baby,” I rasp, voice wrecked. “You’re takin’ me so deep.”
My fingers tighten on her waist. “Look at yourself. Look at how wrecked and gorgeous you are for me.”
And she does.
She lifts her head. Meets her own eyes in the mirror. She’s never looked better—hair wild, skin damp, body working mine like she owns it. I grip her tighter, pull her down hard onto me, holding her there as I thrust up deep, burying myself inside her to the hilt.
She moans—deep and broken—and the sound punches straight through my chest, rattling something loose inside me.
“Yeah,” I breathe, voice rough, hips grinding up slow and hard. “Right there, huh? That where you need me?”
She nods, barely, breath catching on every movement. I hold her there, pressed down tight against me, keep my rhythm steady—rolling deep.Controlled only because I want to feel every second of her coming undone.
And then it hits.
She tightens around me—sharp, pulsing flutters that grip me hard, that tell me exactly how close she is. Her hands scramble for the edge of the counter, knuckles white as she grips it like an anchor. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, trying to stay quiet, but her body gives her away. She’s shaking. Trembling. Fucking unraveling.
“Don’t hold back,” I murmur, lips brushing her jaw. “Come on, baby. Let me feel it. Let go.”
She tries to fight it. I feel her try—hips stuttering, breath going ragged as she holds on with everything she has. But I don’t let her. I keep moving, deep and steady, hitting that spot over and over again.
She breaks.
Her back arches, thighs clenching tight around me, and she lets out a cry she can’t catch in time—high and raw, echoing off the bathroom walls like a prayer and a curse all at once.
And fuck if it’s not the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.
I thrust up into her one last time—hard, deep—and lose it.
My rhythm falls apart. Every muscle locks as I hold her down, grinding into her, buried so deep I swear I’m part of her. I come hard, my body jerking under hers, breath torn from my chest in short, ragged bursts. My face drops into the curve of her neck, and I stay there, letting her skin ground me while I ride it out.
Heart pounding. Skin flushed. Nerves shot to hell.
I kiss just below her ear, still catching my breath. “Let’s go home,” I murmur, lips brushing her damp skin. “Pick up where we left off.”
She leans into me—soft now, loose and warm in my arms. Her fingers slide into my hair, nails dragging through it slow and lazy, like she’s trying to keep me there just a little longer. And she could. She could keep me right here forever.
She tilts her head, her voice quiet, dreamy. “Where’s home?”
I kiss her again—slower this time. Still inside her. Still not ready to let go. “Anywhere you are.”
We don’t move for a beat. Just breathe. The air’s thick with sweat and sex and her perfume. It clings to my skin, to my chest and I don’t want to forget how this feels.
Eventually, she shifts, lifting off me with a soft sound—half sigh, half ache—and I already miss the weight of her.
She stands, shaky and flushed, cum running down her thighs, and I don’t even try to hide how much I like it. How much I want to keep her messy like this. Mine.
