No more gentleness.
No more caution.
I wanted Smoke to give me everything he could.
“Open up, baby. Open wide.”
I listened, spreading my legs, bringing my knees up. Smoke immediately responded, holding my inner thighs, grinding inside me, going so deep it was almost painful. He leaned forward, resting one palm on the pillow above my head, and he slowed his movements, making them deeper still, touching me further than anyone had before.
The sensation was new, overwhelming. I felt myself beginning to crest, the hum of an orgasm starting in the center of my body and working its way down.
Smoke moved faster, trying to catch me like it was a race we were both trying to win, until I fell over the edge.
“Fuck!” I said, arching as I came.
“Shit,” Smoke said, gripping the pillow, his forehead against mine, his breath heavy and labored until we both went perfectly still.
