He’s groaning like he’s the one getting off, and the sound of it pushes me closer to the edge.
“You areparfait?*.”
He yanks my dress over my head and tosses it aside.
His eyes devour me—my tits, my hips, the wet mess he’s made between my legs.
I’ve never felt so exposed.
Owned.
He rises and strips out of his suit.
The sight of him naked is everything I wantright now—what I’ve been dreaming about since that first night.
His abs are tight, defined, and his penis is thick and hard, curving slightly upward.
He strokes himself lazily as he looks at me.
Smiles.
I hold my hand out. “Come to me.”
He climbs onto the bed, pinning me down with his body.
His heat presses against me.
His cock slides between my thighs, teasing me, making me whimper with need.
“Tell me what you want.” His voice is rough, his breath hot against my skin.
“You.” My voice breaks. “Just you.”
He lines himself up, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He pushes in slowly, inch by torturous inch, filling me in a way that makes my vision blur.
It’s too much and not enough all at once.
“Dios mio.” My nails dig into his back as he bottoms out, his hips flush against mine. He’s so deep I can feel him in my soul.
He starts to move—slow at first, his thrusts deep and deliberate, but it’s not long before he’s pounding into me like a man possessed.
“You feel so good,chérie.”
His pace is relentless. He’s hitting that spot inside me that makes me see stars.
I’m spiraling, my legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper, harder.
“I’m—” My orgasm consumes me.
My body convulses around him as I scream his name.
He doesn’t stop—he thrusts faster, harder, until he’s groaning, his hips jerking as he spills inside me, filling me in a way that is primal.
We collapse together, a tangled mess of sweat.
He’s still inside me, still moving lazily like he can’t bear to pull out.
He kisses me—soft, tender—and I can feel the weight of everything we’ve been through in that touch.
