My lungs burn, desperate for oxygen, and my head starts throbbing. He lifts his palm enough for me to suck in a breath. I inhale, and holy God …
Every nerve explodes, one by one, erupting through my entire body like a string of firecrackers. Pleasure rips through me from head to toe, and I scream, crying out incoherently.
My vision darkens, sparkles fluttering through the air as my arms weaken. Wait, no, he’s pushing me down, and I let him, unable to fight back as my cheek presses against the edge of the platform.
Wrapping my hands around the edge, I take every drive of his hips, every impact of his palm as my climax pulses, the burst of terror elongating the pleasure.
One thrust, two thrusts, three thrusts more, and he’s joining me. His fingers replace his cock, fucking me with abandon through my orgasm as he unloads onto my ass in spasmodic, warm spurts.
I’m wrecked, obliterated, and spent, all in one deliciously happy package.
I’m frozen, no energy left to give as the pulsing waves fully fade from my body.
Staring a hundred feet down to the ice below isn’t evenbothering me right now. I didn’t realize you could fuck the fear of heights out of someone. But here we are. Although I’m pretty sure I can guarantee that he’s never getting me up here again.
Soft material swipes across my ass. I shift my weight as he cleans me up, feeling my skirt wrapped around my waist. Pulling something out from between my legs, he clicks his tongue.
“Oops. We had a casualty.” Gently, he pulls my skirt down, and I giggle, feeling a cool breeze against my core.
RIP panties. Another fallen soldier.
His fingers gently wrap around my shoulders, helping me sit up. The mask is pushed up, revealing his devious smirk, and I take a mental screenshot, wishing I could commit it to memory forever.
“Such a dirty girl. How are you feeling?” he asks, lifting my chin up before searching my eyes.
“Like I coulddestroya burger and fries right now,” I murmur, feeling my smile deepen.
“Come on, baby.” He stands up and offers me his hands.
I take them, letting him pull me up, and the reality of where we are slams back into me. “Oh my God.”
Tucking me tightly against his side, he brushes his hand up and down my arm. “You’re safe.”
I laugh nervously, my mind slowly restarting. “You know I have a thousand questions, right?”
We walk over to the elevator, and he shifts me in front of him and kisses the top of my head. “And I’ll answer them. When we get to dinner.”
My stomach rumbles, as if it can sense the meal coming soon. “Where are we going?”
He scoffs, leading us inside. “To get you that burger and fries. I mean, I did have a reservation at this super-nice restaurant for this special day, but if you don’t want to go …”
Pushing my bottom lip out, I murmur, “We can still go.”
He reaches forward toward the control pad, the tape now magically gone, and presses a button to bring us back down.
Taking the mask off his head, he hands it to me and ruffles his hair with his fingers. I try to take another mental snapshot. At this rate, I’m going to fill a million photo albums in my head during our lives.
He turns to me, and his eyebrow twitches, his hands finding the sides of my head. “What?”
“I was just thinking …” I trail off.
He brushes my hair, probably fixing the insanity atop my head. “Yeah. I guessed that much.”
“Just aboutyou.” I grin, the elevator descending further, and I don’t know if the fluttering in my stomach is from that or how he’s staring at me right now. “I’m so glad you decided to leave me valentines on my door.”
It’s slow at first, the smile that blossoms on his face, gradually growing until his eyes crease with happiness. “Me too.” Leaning down, he captures my lips in a kiss. Tender. Gentle.Loving. “Me too.”
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