drops to mine that’s wrapped around his cock.
“Sonny,” he groans,
grinding up through my fingers.
His jaw, tight, then slackening,
his beautiful lips parting,
his pulse kicking his throat.
And just before?—
Just before he goes over?—
I stop, holding him at the base,
bringing him right to the edge.
But not letting him tip over.
His brows pull together.
His eyes, fucking drenched.
His breath, hot, wet confetti on my lips,
cursing through the denial.
We’re slipping.
Sinking.
Spiraling faster.
I try to fight off the orgasm burning a hole in me. But I can’t. It’s there. Right fucking there.
There’s nowhere to go.
Nothing to do but face it.
His name tumbles out with my next breath,
broken, begging.
And then he stops?—
A second passes.
I stare into his eyes as he holds my climax in his hands.
Then all it takes is one long brush of his finger against my clit.
One single graze.
And then?—
I shatter, a moan scraping out of me.
