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“Good thing we can do this again then, isn’t it?” she teased before sliding all the way down and a strangled sound left my lips as she clenched her walls around me, gripping me so tight.
So perfect.
“Holy fuck,” I huffed out.
And then she began to move.
I’d never been particularly loud in the bedroom but something about this woman brought out my uninhibited side. She bounced on my dick like it was her life’s mission to get me off and I held out as long as I could, I really did. She was just so warm and wet and tight on me. And the sight of her beautiful breasts bouncing right in front of my face destroyed any restraint.
Especially when she cupped them and tweaked her nipples, her head dropping back on a moan.
I tried to lift my hips but she wouldn’t let me. She made me lay there and just take it. I wasn’t in control and I hated it. But it was also the most intense pleasure of my life. Because I trusted her and I wanted her to feel good. And hell, she felt fucking amazing.
I licked my thumb and swiped it over her clit, another loud moan falling from her and she whipped her head forward to watch me as I rubbed. Trying to get her ready to fall when I did and I was struggling to hold back any longer.
“Gertrude…” I warned.
“Let go,” she said breathlessly. “Just let go, Tate. Trust me.”
I did.
I trusted her.
Heat snapped at my spine and rushed up through me with a groan and my whole body clenched as I came, the most mind-numbing orgasm I’d ever had. And right in the middle, she flew over the edge, clamping down over me and squeezing me tight. My breath stuttered at the sensation, the heightened pleasure that came from her and me together.
Gertrude collapsed onto my chest, her flesh sticking to mine and I wound my arms around her back as we caught our breath. Pressing soft kisses to her shoulder and neck, I licked over the mark I’d left and felt satisfied as hell it was there.
It was perfect, her weight on me, surrounding me. The blissful peace and sheer contentment I felt. I wasn’t ready to let her go, didn’t want her to roll off me so I kept her close, kept her pressed against me.
And then the little flutter of anxiety hit my chest, because I was starting to get the feeling that I might never want to let her go.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Tate
My eyelids forced themselves away from each other as I woke from the deepest sleep.
And was immediately frustrated.
I glanced across the pillow, expecting to see a wild mane of midnight curls, already annoyed Gertrude wasn’t in my arms. My annoyance increased tenfold when I saw the bed empty.
Patting the space and feeling the coolness of the sheets, I figured she hadn’t been beside me for a while. Knowing she had left me without a backwards glance, not even a note or a text, had a pit forming low in my gut.
Did last night mean nothing to her?
The night with her had been amazing. Exquisite. Mind blowing. All the adjectives. I knew we’d be fire between the sheets, but I hadn’t expected it to feel so intimate. Things I’d never felt with another before. She weaved a spell on me, ensnared me with each easy touch over my skin, each breathy exhalation against my lips and each furrow of her brow as she peaked and the smoothness of her features when she crashed.
I would never forget it. I didn’t want to forget it. It wasn’t a one-time deal, I didn’t want it to be.
And I know how that sounded, the guy who didn’t want entanglements was suddenly begging for an entanglement, but it was something abouther. I didn’t know what I wanted it to be but I wanted us to keep doing it while I figured things out. It was the most fun I’d ever had, and she was the gatekeeper of fun. So surely, she would agree?
I threw back the duvet and sat on the end of the bed, scrubbing my palms over my face in an attempt to brush away the images that flooded my brain and made my dick hard all over again. Her head thrown back in ecstasy as her hips rolled over me. The way she clung to me, needy and desperate for relief.
“Stop,” I hissed when another barrage of memories flooded me, making me ache for her. These foreign feelings were wreaking havoc on my body and soul. I inhaled deeply and stood up, tugging on boxers and sweatpants. I glanced at the time and saw it was eleven. I never slept this late but that’s how much that little pixie had worn me out.
Weirdly, I felt the best I’d felt in years.
I needed coffee. And to get my head straight. The problem with OCD was sometimes fixating on certain things. I needed to distract myself before my brain fixated on Gertrude and I could think of nothing else until I could see her, talk to her, have her. I padded down the stairs, turned towards the kitchen and stopped dead.
