Page 64 of Clean Hack
“I’ve got you, sweetness,” he said, his breath fanning over my mouth and I wanted to swallow it down.
He kissed me as he slightly changed angles. Then, holy fucking shit! He was hitting something inside of me that made me come like a fucking rocket.
I crashed over the edge.
Again.
And again.
I lost all sense of reality. Of time. Of every-fucking-thing. And I stayed floating even as I heard him call out my name in a smooth tone. Even as I felt him swell inside of me and fill the condom that was between us. Even as he lightly collapsed on top of me and placed sweet kisses along my sweaty skin.
Oh.
My.
God.
What the hell was that?
I mean, deep down, I knew what that was. But holy hell. I couldn’t think. I could barely breathe. All I knew was that I didn’t ever want to leave this man. Hell, I didn’t even want him to leave me right then. I just wanted him to stay buried deep inside, his weight on the verge of crushing me as we shook, shuddered, and came down from our euphoric high.
I let him up, only because I knew he must have been having a hard time doing his best not to crush me. I could feel his arms shaking. I could feel his whole body shaking, actually.
He pulled back slowly, the feeling of his softening cock leaving my heat made us both sigh with a tinge of sadness. He rolled off the bed, but seemed like he needed a moment to regain himself before he did anything else. Then he was moving out of the bedroom and I assumed to the bathroom.
After a moment, he came back with a warm, damp rag and cleaned me up. I think my eyes stayed closed the entire time.
I was nearly asleep by the time I felt him lift me so that he could cover me with the blankets. I was hardly aware of his body sliding in and curling around mine. And I barely heard the words he whispered in my ear after he kissed my temple.
“You are…”
I certainly remembered those words when I woke though. I smiled as my brain dragged them out of my orgasm-drunken state and replayed them for me. My body heated as I remembered the events that played out the hours before. I didn’t know how long I’d been out, nor did I care. I was waking with the man that pretty much owned my body, and he was completely wrapped around me. I didn’t want to move, I didn’t even want to breathe. So I didn’t.
I imagined that he had to be worn out. I would have bet that he hadn’t slept the entire time he was gone. I sure as hell wasn’t going to wake him. I mean, it wasn’t like I was hating the feeling of him against me even a little bit.
Was this love?
Or was I just so insane from the monumental orgasm he had given me?
I wanted to say yes to the first thing but there was that stupid rational part of my brain that had to go all naggy at the thought.
So, I decided to leave it unanswered for now and take advantage of his body next to mine. And let me just say, damn was it a body. I would have no problems touching it all the time. Or seeing it. Or being pressed against it. Or, hell, being under it, that was for sure.
