Page 125 of Midnight Between Us
I don’t slow.
Not until she’s begging again, writhing beneath me as if she can’t decide whether it’s too much or not enough.
She tightens around me with every stroke, her walls clenching like she’s trying to pull me deeper.I grind my hips into hers, angling until I hit that spot inside her that makes her legs tremble and her voice break.
“Oh, fuck, right there—don’t stop—Keir, please?—”
I press harder on her clit, circling fast and precise, fingers slick, relentless.
“That’s it,” I rasp, panting now.“Come for me.Let me feel that perfect little cunt squeezes every inch of my cock.”
She keens—loud, helpless, wrecked.Her hands claw at my back, nails raking skin as her whole body locks and then starts to shatter underneath me.
And I keep fucking her through it.
Because she’s mine.
“Keir—oh, fuck—Keir, I—” Her orgasm crashes through her—hard and consuming.Her pussy clamps around me so tight I nearly lose control.She cries out, the sound raw and wild, her body writhing beneath mine as I fuck her through every wave.
I don’t stop.
I hold her close, one hand gripping the back of her thigh, the other cradling her jaw as I keep thrusting—slow, deep, relentless.Her cunt milks me with every pulsing contraction, and it’s everything I can do not to fall apart with her.
She’s shaking, sobbing out my name, her hips lifting off the bed like she needs every last inch of me.Her fingers claw at my back, her mouth dragging along my throat as she whispers broken curses and half-finished pleas.
And, fuck, I can’t hold back anymore.
I surge forward, grinding deeper, burying myself to the root as my cock thickens, twitches, ready to spill.Her pussy is still fluttering around me, soaked and perfect, clutching me like she doesn’t want to let go.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” I choke out, forehead pressed to hers.“You were made for me.”
I lose it.
My orgasm rips through me, brutal and hot, and I come with a growl torn straight from my chest, hips locking as I empty into the condom.Her legs wrap around me, drawing me in deeper, holding me there as if her body knows I need the closeness as much as the release.
Everything tightens—my spine, my grip, my heart—and then breaks apart as pleasure floods every nerve ending.
I stay there, still inside her, panting against her neck, her skin slick with sweat and heat and everything we’ve poured into this moment.
I don’t pull out.Not yet.
I press a kiss to her jaw, then her temple, and slide my hand over her stomach, anchoring us together.Her legs are still wrapped around me, her chest rising and falling under mine.
She whispers my name like it’s the only thing she trusts.Like I’m something safe.
“I’ve got you,” I breathe, lips brushing her hairline.“I’m not going anywhere.”
She’s still trembling.And I’m still inside her.Wrapped in her heat, her scent, her silence.
“I missed you,” I whisper into her skin.“Missed this.Missed us.”
She turns her head toward me, eyes glassy, lips swollen, flushed from sex, and something deeper.She doesn’t say it back.She doesn’t have to.
Because she lets me stay there.
Because she’s still letting me in.
Her legs remain tangled around mine.Her chest rises and falls beneath me, the rhythm slowing, softening.She’s still trembling when I finally move.
