Emotions swirl, hooking themselves into me with the same fervor as her nails as she rides out the waves of her climax.
As her limbs relax and she’s once again pliable beneath me, she prods me with the sweetest, softest noises in the back of her throat.
God be damned, I’m not going to last much longer.
I prop myself on my elbows and slow down. The selfish bastard in me wants to tear one more orgasm out of her.
“You keep looking at me like that,” she says, breath hitching, “and I’ll start to think you actually like me.”
My answering groan is rougher than I intend. “Damn right I do.”
Her laughter matches the trembling in her limbs.
“Look at you…so damn gorgeous like this.”
Drew’s laugh trills higher, and she absolutely glows. I’m obsessed with how she responds to me. How perfect this is with her. It’s like she was made for me.
Her dark hair sticks to her slick forehead. I’m wearing her out, but I can’t stop. Not yet.
Smoothing her hair from her face, I caress her cheek and lean in for a sweet kiss.
Drew opens to me immediately, but I keep it light, teasing, until her hand curls into my hair and tugs. Fuck, she’s found my kryptonite.
My hips jerk, thrusting hard so I eat her responding moan.
“Use that power with caution, Drew.”
The way her smile curves while it’s still pressed to my mouth is sinful.
Shifting to one elbow, I cup her breast in my hand, thumbing her nipple until she writhes under me.
It has my thrusts picking up momentum again.
Sucking in a breath, I hover an inch above her. “Think you can give me one more?”
Her small but enthusiastic nod curls pleasure down my spine.
“Good. Tell me if it’s too much.”
Drew’s soft laughter falls into a moan as I move with more intent. My hand slips between our hips to drum over her clit and elicit a cry from her. Her back arches, eyes closing, but I nip at her chin.
“Don’t let go yet. Stay with me.”
Her core is clamping down, promising me that my own end will come too soon.
I shift the angle of my hips so that my pelvic bone taps against her clit, drawing bleating wails from her, and I wrap my hand in her hair to tip her face back to mine.
“Look at me.”
She opens her eyes at my demand, glittering with need, with pleasure, with something more… I hope that’s not just wishful thinking.
I don’t want this to be the one and only time I get to have her. Even if that means sharing.
The others will complicate things, but she’s with me right now. And that makes me protective of her.
Can she decipher how I feel in my eyes? In the way I cradle her, prod her, cherish her?
It’s time to double down, so I push us both to our limit, freezing her in place as she teeters on that edge.
