“That’s it,” I said as her breath caught, “come for me.”
Then she did, crying out, trembling.
She fell forward, burying her face in my neck, spent.
But I wasn’t done with her, not yet.
I held her hips as I started to thrust up into her.
Her lips were against my neck, the pressure muffling her cries as I had one orgasm driving toward another.
Her whole body shuddered as she came.
“One more,” I demanded as she panted in my ear.
“I can’t.”
“You will,” I said, rolling over.
I dropped her onto her belly, knelt behind her, grabbed her hips, and pulled her back toward me.
I thrust hard and deep, her ragged cry music to my fucking ears.
Roe’s fingers fisted the sheets and her ass rocked back into me as I fucked her, chasing each thrust, demanding harder, faster.
I gave her exactly what she wanted.
“Milo…”
“That’s it,” I said. “Come.”
She did, crying out my name.
I thrust deep and came with her pussy still spasming around my cock.
We both collapsed afterward, bodies spent.
But as soon as she found a little strength in her limbs again, she crawled over me, resting her head on my chest, her fingers tracing over my chest lazily.
“Do I still have time for a shower?” she asked.
I glanced over toward the clock.
“Yeah.”
“Good. Now… if I could only move.”
A chuckle escaped me as I gave her ass a playful pat. “Tell you what—you jump in the shower, and I’ll warm up the coffee and hash browns.”
“Hash browns?” she asked, popping up to look down at me.
“And bagels,” I told her as I tucked her hair behind her ear.
“Well, that is the right kind of motivation,” she said.
Then she climbed off the bed, shamelessly naked and so fucking gorgeous that my chest felt tight.
I waited until I heard the shower before getting up, getting dressed, then grabbing our coffees to warm them and our food up while she showered.
