He goes slow, which I appreciate because I need a minute to adjust. His forehead presses against mine. One hand cups my face while the other braces beside my head.
“Okay?” he asks, his voice strained.
“More than okay,” I counter.
He starts to move and I dig my nails into his shoulders because the angle is perfect and I can already feel the pressure building again.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs. “So fucking perfect.”
Those words send heat flooding through me and I arch up to meet his thrusts.
The obscene, sweat-slick slap-slap-slap of skin on skin fills the room.
Yes—
Yes—
Yes—
Third orgasm en route.
Suddenly he makes this rough sound that goes straight to my core and my pussy involuntarily clenches.
“That’smy girl,” he says. “Take it. Take what you fucking need.”
In answer, all I can say is “Fuck fuck fuck fuck” in time to his thrusts.
I’m moving with him now, chasing the rhythm, chasing the release, and when his thumb finds my clit I actually see stars.
“Cum for me,” he commands. “Now. I want to feel it.”
And because apparently my body is now programmed to respond to his voice, I shatter.
My orgasm rips through me, my pussy clenching hard around his huge cock, with wetness gushing hot between my thighs.
I arch off the mattress, a broken cry tearing from my throat—
“Cor-in!”
His name fractures into a sob as I pulse around his cock, each spasm dragging him deeper.
He snarls into my neck, his own hips stuttering. “Fu— ck!”
I feel him swell impossibly thicker inside me before his control snaps.
“Amara—”
My name is a raw curse as he empties himself. Hot bursts flood the condom, his release throbbing in time with my aftershocks.
His sweat-slick body slaps against mine, his biceps trembling where he cages me.
I taste salt on his collarbone, feel the roar in his chest vibrate through my own.
When his teeth sink into my shoulder, claiming me, the bite sends fresh sparks down my spine.
Finally we collapse, tangled, lungs heaving.
His spent cock still twitches inside me, a fading echo of the amazing sex we just had.
