Page 83 of Safety Net
The command's music to my ears. The second I feel her on my tip, I know holding off my orgasm will be a feat.
I recited the titles of my favorite novels in my head when she leaned over me. I counted the number of strings tacked on my wall when I'm completely inside of her, and her hands found my chest. I ran through every drill I've memorized this summer on the ice when Celeste started rocking her hips back and forth.
"Look at me?" she asked, grabbing my hands and putting them on her breasts.
I took a deep breath, knowing looking at her could do me in and ruin a good thing before it even started. "You feel so fucking good, sweetheart."
"So look at me."
"I don't know if I can without finishing."
"You can." She laughed, moving more slowly, probably thinking it'd make things easier. I got harder. "Please? Look at me."
I gave in. Celeste was everything and more. The moonlight from the window highlighted her dark skin. Her round lips were bare from all the kissing we’d done, and her braids were in a state of unravel with coils escaping to give her a halo effect. This woman was an angel. Seeing her in this state, so brave and beautiful and perfect, had me come undone.
This couldn't be real. She couldn't be mine. I couldn't be inside of her, feeling every damn pulse and grind.
"You did it," she said in a soft, sweet cheer.
"Barely." I chuckled through a heavy breath.
Celeste smiled. "How long do you think you can last?"
"As long as you need," I promised, fully prepared to suffer. "I won't finish without permission."
"Good." She kept my hands pressed on her breast. "I want to go a little longer."
Her stamina was unmatched, but I was more than willing to keep up. Celeste grinded against me, testing different speeds and angles. I'm not sure if I'm the first person she's shared an orgasm with, but I'm cocky enough to believe I'm the best person to give one to her.
Celeste's curiosity was sexy. I watched her test out movement and sensation, feeling as if I was experiencing it for the first time, except there was no awkward fumbling. Exploring with someone I trusted my soul with was a dream come true.
"Holy," she whispered when she realized she could stimulate her clit against me if she leaned forward enough. I pushed into her, and she nearly cried from the pleasure.
"How long canyoulast?" I teased when her hands clung to my headboard as she found a way to steady herself.
"Seconds," she confessed, chasing her high faster.
True to her word, she came in seconds. In the midst of the wave, she begged me to, "Come with me. Would you do that for me?"
"You'd know I'd do anything and everything for you."
She nodded with a devious look in her eyes. "I've known for a while now, yes."
She leaned in to kiss me, and I couldn't hold back any longer.
As soon as I went over the edge, I flipped her on her back. With Celeste beneath me, I found my preferred rhythm. The headboard banged against the wall as I gave her what she asked for and what I needed.
"Lincoln." She'd tightened around me, every inch of me squeezed inside of her.
My taking the lead had surprised her and been rough and fast. "I'll be good next time, I swear. I'll let you take it from me how you want. I just needed to give it to you for the first time. I had to let you know I want it to be yours."
She was cognizant enough to nod. Her fingers trailed down my back, nails leaving faint scratches. The mix of slight pain and an overwhelming amount of pleasure made me lightheaded. It's a long, needy finish that left me spent.
"Shit," I groaned, still locked in the haze of post-climax bliss.
"Good?" she asked, her voice returning to its cautious tone.
"So good. I never want to live a life outside of this room," I said. "Everything I could want is right here."
