She hums around my dick, and the vibration shoots straight up my spine. Her tongue swirls over the head, and she takes me deeper, her hand working what she can’t reach. It’s too good. Way too good.
After a few strokes, I smooth a hand over her long hair then tug her up my body before I embarrass myself. “I need to be inside you.”
“As you wish,” she says with a wicked smile.
“FuckingPrincess Bride,” I murmur, only to forget my own name as she straddles my hips, positioning herself over me. I grip her thighs as she sinks down slowly, taking me inch by inch. The feel of her wrapped around me is like a delicious, dangerous vise, squeezing the air from my lungs.
“You feel incredible, Hart.”
She rocks her hips, finding a rhythm, and plants her hands on my chest for leverage. “Samesies, Barlowe.”
I let her set the pace, content to watch her move above me. Her hair cascades over her shoulders, and her cheeks are flushed, pupils almost black with desire. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“That’s it,” I tell her, hands sliding up to cup her breasts. I brush my thumbs over her nipples, and her rhythm falters as she whimpers. “You’ve got this, sweetheart.”
She starts to move faster, grinding against me to chase what she needs. I thrust up and match her pace. The sounds she makes—breathy little moans that get higher and more desperate—drive me to the edge of my own pleasure.
“Touch yourself,” I say, my voice rough. “I want to feel you come around me.”
One hand slides between her legs, fingers workingher clit. I feel them brush against where we’re joined, and it takes everything I have to hold on.
Her head lolls back, and I reach up a hand to support her neck.
“So close,” she breathes.
“I’ve got you, Piper. Let go now.”
Her whole body trembles when she comes apart, clenching around me so tight, my vision whites out. I follow her a second later, my release tearing through me as I lift off the bed to bury myself even deeper inside her.
And when she collapses against my chest, I wrap my arms around her, holding her close while I wait for the world to stop spinning. Her heart pounds against mine and then gradually slows.
“Still good?” I stroke a palm up and down her spine.
“More than.” She presses a gentle kiss to my chest.
We stay tangled together, neither of us wanting to break the spell. Eventually, she shifts, and I slip out of her. Her soft sound of protest makes me smile.
“Come here, Hart.” I tuck her body against my side, her head beneath my chin.
She drapes a leg over mine, her hand resting over my heart. “Felix?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you, again.”
I kiss the top of her head. “That was the best fucking thank you in the history of thank yous. You’d better be careful, or you’re never going to get rid of me.”
She’s quiet for so long I think she’s drifted off. “That’s not the worst thing I’ve ever heard,” she answers finally.
The words sink into me, filling a corner of my heart I didn’t know was empty.
“You’re going to give me a big head with that kind of praise.”
She laughs softly. “You’ve already got a big head.”
“Bigger,” I amend.
She snuggles closer, her breathing evening out as her body goes heavy against mine.
