Page 96 of Hot Stuff
A cry leaves her throat and for half a second I panic, but then she rocks up into me, claws at my shoulders, my back, and I’m left with no concern I’ve hurt her in my rush.
“Oak.” I search for her mouth again.
I love kissing her, as much as I love fucking her.
The two together blow my mind.
Then again, it’s Oakley who does that just by breathing.
Together we rock and roll and it’s only a few minutes later that I’m gritting my teeth in an attempt to hold off my release.
But that fucker is barreling toward me like a defenseman on the ice in the final seconds of a tied-up Cup game.
Except I’m not about to get slammed into the boards.
Not before she does.
Lifting up on my hands I shift the angle of penetration and am rewarded with the most delicious sound and clench.
The cry is one of blissed relief, the clench a hot grip capturing my cock inside her.
Her orgasm sucks her under and drags me along behind. I can’t stop my release even if I want to. And I don’t.
Coming together, reaching that peak and shooting off it at the same time is the most pleasurable experience I’ve ever had, and I held the fucking Cup!
But this, Oakley under me, me inside her, both of us lost to the pleasure coming together brings is the highlight of my life.
I have no idea how we top this. If we can.
Well, not without dying anyway.
Panting for breath, I slump on top of her and wonder if I haven’t just come as close to death as anyone can get and still be alive.
“Walker.”
“Sorry.” I move us to our sides, keeping us joined, but take my weight off her.
“That’s not what I was trying to tell you.”
“Oh?” My brain is buzzing and I’m not sure if it’s lack of oxygen or if our climaxes destroyed my ear drums.
“Your phone.”
“Huh?” I lift my head and look at a very mussed Oakley. “My phone?”
“It’s going crazy in the other room.”
Tilting my head I try to listen but the drum of my heart is hard to hear over. How she’s capable of hearing is beyond?—
The buzzing starts up again and I realize it’s not my brain making that sound.
“Shit. That’s the door. Which means whoever is on the other side has access to the building.”
Not wanting to leave her but knowing I’ve got no choice, I disengage our bodies to the sound of our mutual disappointment. “I know,” I soothe, “We’ll get back to this after I tell whoever that is to fuck off.”
She laughs as she rolls off the bed. “It’s probably Shelby.”
“Again?” Although I am impressed she hasn’t just used her key to come in. “Huh. Guess she learned not to barge in after the other day.”
