Page 93 of Crazy In Love
Our breaths were the only audible sounds in the room.
She moved quicker, her back arching in invitation. I sat forward, wrapping my lips around her perfect breasts. Switching from one to the next.
I gripped her hips as I fucked her relentlessly.
Over and over.
Our bodies covered in a layer of sweat.
“Please,” she begged, and I fucking loved it.
I felt her tighten around me, and I moved my thumb to her clit.
Knowing just what she needed.
I applied just the right amount of pressure, and I pulled back to look at her.
I wanted to watch her fall apart on my cock.
Her tits bounced, her hair falling down her back tickling the tops of my thighs, and her hands found mine.
“Yes, yes, Bridger,” she cried out as she shattered around me. I pulled my hand from hers, gripping her hips hard as I plunged into her once more.
Twice.
And on the third thrust, I exploded.
A gruff sound left my throat as I growled her name and buried my face in her neck.
She leaned down, kissing me hard, as we both rode out every last bit of pleasure.
She fell forward on top of me, and I wrapped my arms around her as we caught our breath.
Normally, I’d be planning my departure about now.
But I didn’t feel any sense of urgency.
Her cheek rested on my chest, and then she peeked up at me. “Hi.”
Flecks of amber and honey sparkled in her blue eyes as the light from the moon came in through the window.
“Hey.” I narrowed my gaze, wondering if she would freak out about what had just happened.
And then she slipped off of me and rolled onto her back. I pushed to stand and made my way to the bathroom, where I tossed the condom in the trash can and took a piss before splashing some water on my face.
When I walked back in the room, I was surprised that she was out of bed and wearing the hotel robe.
“So, thanks for coming,” she said, and then her head fell back in a fit of giggles and she made her way toward the door. “I guess that works in more ways than one.”
What the fuck. She couldn’t get me out of here fast enough.
I slipped my briefs on and grabbed my pants, pulling them up and buttoning them as quickly as I could. I didn’t even have my sweater on when she pulled open the door.
Jesus.
Talk about getting your ass kicked to the curb.
“You’re good?” I asked as I stopped in front of her, my sweater still in my hand.
