This time, his hips shifted.
He nudged me open.
My body responded instantly—pressing, needing.
The first slow push pulled a broken sound from my throat. His own groan was low and rough as my body tightened around him.
His forehead pressed to mine as he settled deep, his body trembling with the need for release as he desperately tried to rein it in.
But that was the last thing I wanted.
I rocked against him, chasing the pressure, the friction we both so desperately needed.
A deep rumble moved through him as he pressed deeper.
Then he was driving into me, slow and deep at first, then harder, faster as I met each thrust, my moans filling the room.
He didn’t slow, didn’t stop, didn’t give my body a second for the sensations to ebb. He drove me ruthlessly toward the brink, our hammering heartbeats in sync.
My body was trembling with the tension, with the anticipation.
My breath fractured helplessly.
The pleasure bloomed so violently, it stole my thoughts, stripped me bare. And I gave into it completely, lost in the flood of sensation as the orgasm came in strong, rhythmic bursts.
Milo groaned, driving harder, deeper, then shuddering as he found his own release with mine.
He collapsed onto me afterward, the pressure achingly welcome.
My arms tightened around him, grounding myself to him as the chaos inside of me slowly calmed.
What felt like a long time later, he pulled against my hold, making me realize how tightly I’d been clinging when all my muscles ached when released.
“Be right back,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to my lips before sliding away.
Alone, I smiled up at the ceiling, feeling that sated, pleasant feeling spread all through me.
Milo came back a moment later, still perfectly naked. I went ahead and took in the view, not sure how many opportunities I’d get to see it. And it was a good one.
His phone lit up in his hand, making me sit up.
“Did anyone hear anything?”
His smile was soft as he joined me on the bed, both of us sliding under the covers and sitting back against the headboard.
“Not yet.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, leaning my head on his shoulder.
“Dom’s been around the block; he can take care of himself if this is something dangerous. But I’m still leaning toward this being about a woman.”
He set his phone on the nightstand and reached for me instead.
“Can I make a demand?” he asked.
I was still too floaty to tense at that.
“Maybe.”
