“I can’t hear you. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Please.”
I can’t wait another second and I slide into her, deep, so deep, right up to the hilt.
Her breath hitches, like she’s not sure she can take it, but she can. She does. And I know from the way her fingers curl around my bedcovers that it feels like home to her.
I feel like home to her.
I wrap my hands around her waist and hold her as I fuck her. It’s hard and relentless. It’s what we both need. Her tightness around me milks my cock, like it’s trying to stop me leaving her every time I pull out. And I slam into her like if I don’t, we’ll both dissolve into nothing. It’s urgent and frantic and desperate.
It’s like I’m trying to mark her here in New York—to prove that we exist as well here as we do in Star Falls.
We’re perfect together anywhere.
“I can’t hold on,” she cries out. “Jack. I can’t…”
“Come for me,” I say, wanting her to let go and let it overtake her.
But I’m not going to stop. I can’t. I need everything she has to give me tonight.
Her body. Her soul. And every single one of her orgasms.
I won’t stop until she’s wrung out and boneless.
I’m going to fuck her like she’s my legacy, because that’s how she feels. Like she’s my future. My entire reason for being.
“Jack,” she calls out, as her orgasm courses through her body. “Jack.”
I know I’m being rough. I know that I should give her time to recover, time to want me again like I want her.
But I can’t.
I have to keep fucking her.
Ineedto make her come again.
Her next orgasm comes quickly, like she’s tired of fighting it and she’s just resigned herself to the fact that I’m going to make her come so often tonight that she’s not going to remember her own name. She’s going to understand that I own her.
That’s how it should be. Because she owns me too.
I withdraw from her just as long as it takes me to turn her onto her back. I want her to see me when I come. I want her to understand what she does to me. There can be no doubt in her mind as to how I feel.
I sink into her again, the tulle bunched between us, me pushing her legs as wide as they will go. I want to be as deep as I can be in her.
She screams out and throws her head back. The vibrations travel to my balls and I know I have only got seconds until she takes everything I have.
My orgasm pushes from every cell of my body like it’s threatening me, letting me know that this woman might just be the end of me.
Or the beginning.
I let out a roar as it rattles up my spine and through every atom of my being. And I fuck deeper and deeper and deeper until she’s coming too. And we’re shaking and chanting and fucking. The entire city of New York could be falling to the ground and neither of us would notice.
All that matters is Iris. Me. Us.
TWENTY-FIVE
Iris
