His magical fingers slide into my bottoms to circle my clit, while his lips create a tingling path from my shoulder to my ear. I moan, dropping my head back onto his chest. The sight of him working his hand between my legs in the mirror is so fucking erotic.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asks in a guttural voice.
I bite my bottom lip, nodding.
“I need to hear you say it.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“How bad do you want me to fuck you?”
“I want you so bad I’m willing to risk losing everything to have you.”
I whimper as he increases the pressure on my sensitive clit.
He steps back just enough to pull down my bottoms and panties. I bite my fist to prevent myself from screaming as his thick erection penetrates my body until he can go no farther. He wraps his strong hand around my throat.
“I’m going to savor your pussy this time.”
He’s the storm and I’m the rain—without one, the other can’t exist. Art slowly withdraws from my body then thrusts forward at the same speed. It’s the sweetest torture. My eyes are glued to his beautiful green eyes.
“Do you love me?” he asks.
“Now and forever.”
I clutch the sink as his strokes become faster and more ferocious.
“How can you make me lose control like this?”
My climax consumes me, expanding from my core and reducing me a state of sensuality I’ve never felt before.
“I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” he groans, filling me with his cum.
He steps back and sits on the edge of the bathtub, watching me clean myself with tissue.
“Aren’t you going to clean up a bit?” I ask.
“Nah, I like having the smell of you on me.”
His piercing gaze makes me feel self-conscious. “A little privacy?”
“Not a chance.”
“Fine.” I turn sideways to block his view.
“No, you don’t.” He grasps my hips, guiding me to face him. “I’m enjoying the show.”
“Asshole,” I laugh, throwing the tissue in the toilet. “I’m done.”
“After graduation, it’s me and you. I’m coming with you to California.”
If only California were still a possibility for me.
“Say something,” he demands.
I’m not ready to tell him I’m pregnant yet.
“Look at me.” He grasps my chin, lifting my head to meet his eyes. “You don’t want me to go?”
