Sweat misted my hairline as I continued to ravage. My fingers bruised her hips as I yanked her back again and again. “I’ll never stop needing you, Needle. I want to know your every secret. I want to grow old with you. I want to be the reason you smile and hurt those who make you cry. I want you by my side when I finally do something worthwhile, and I want to enjoy every fucking second we have left together.”
Nila’s flesh bounced, her thighs cracking with mine as I hurtled toward the finish. Reaching between her legs, I strummed her clit, forcing her to climb to the heights of where I was.
I wanted to come. Fuck, how I wanted to come.
But I wanted her there with me.
A short cry fell from her lips as her back stiffened. Her fingernails dug into the mattress, forcing me to fuck her harder, touch her faster.
“Yes, yes...yes.”
The pleasure was too great.
The pressure too demanding.
I couldn’t wait.
Plastering my sweaty skin on hers, I hollowed my cheeks, sucking her skin, kissing her, biting her. My fingers worked her clit as my hips spasmed in abrutal finish.
Shards of pain erupted up my legs morphing into the sharpest bliss I’d ever had as the first spurt splashed into her.
“God, Nila.”
I reared up, throwing my head back as another wave erupted. And another. And another. Goosebumps decorated my skin as every rapture transferred from me to my woman.
Nila came.
Her screams merged with my grunts. Her pussy milking me as my orgasm crested.
We continued rocking long after the adrenaline and intensity of shared releases faded. We didn’t speak as I let go of her hair, massaging her shoulders, running my fingers over her spine.
Together, we flopped to the side, letting the mattress cradle us.
I didn’t withdraw and the combined heat and wetness inside her bound us even more.
Spooning Nila, I grabbed the covers and tugged it over us. Her skin chilled quickly after the heat of sex. Nuzzling her from behind, I cupped her breast and sucked in a huge gust.
“Come closer.” My voice was hoarse; my touch gentle after being merciless.
She snuggled backward, her head on my arm as I became her pillow. “Any closer and I’ll be inside you.”
I sighed. “You already are.”
“Tell me again.”
My eyes closed, sated and emotionally drained. “Tell you what?”
She waited, feathering out her thoughts for me to catch. In a strange way, I would be her very own dream catcher, sorting through her wishes while she slumbered, doing my best to make them true while she was awake.
My body quivered with residual spasms. The aftershocks of pleasure were almost as enjoyable as the finale. “You’re so stunning.” I kissed her shoulder.
“Not that.” She squirmed, laughing softly.
“You’re so dirty in bed.”
“Not that, either.” Her head turned; the slice of tiny teeth marked my wrist.
“Ow.” I squeezed her, chuckling. “Kiss me and I’ll tell you what you want to hear.”
