“Thank you,” I whisper, because what else do you say when you’re experiencing something life-changing?
She huffs out a laugh—God, I love her laugh—and I can feel it everywhere we’re connected. “You feel so good.”
“That’s my line.” I start to move, slow at first, savoring every inch. “You’re taking me so well, Frankie. So fucking perfect for me.”
She sucks in a breath.
“There?” I do it again, watching her face transform. “Yeah, that’s it. That’s my girl. Taking everything I give you.”
Her eyes go hazy at the praise, her body clenching around me.
“Fuck, you like that, don’t you?” I grind deeper, hitting that spot again. “Like hearing how good you are for me. How perfect you feel.”
“Yes,” she gasps, sliding forward, her hands curling over my shoulders, her her nails digging into my skin as her tits sway against my chest. “Please?—”
“Please what, baby? Tell me what you need.” I slow my movements, watching her squirm. “Use your words. Be a good girl and tell me.”
“Need—need you to— Deeper, please.”
“That’s it. You’re doing so well.” I reward her attempt with a thrust that makes her cry out.
“You feel incredible,” I tell her, my voice strained with the effort of holding back. “So tight and wet and perfect around me. Like you were made for this. Made for me.”
My eyes never leave hers because I want to see everything. I want to watch her come apart.
“Such a smart girl, going to be such an amazing doctor. But right now? Right now you’re just mine, aren’t you?”
“Yours,” she whimpers, and the words go straight to my cock. To my balls, throbbing to release inside her, once she shatters again.
“That’s right. Mine to take care of. Mine to make feel good.” I pick up the pace, feeling her tighten around me. “You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you? Going to be such a good girl and come on my cock.”
The words wrap around us both, driving her faster as she tightens around me, as pleasure builds and builds.
“Come on, baby,” I coax, one hand sliding between us to find her clit. “Show me how good I make you feel. That’s it—just like that. Perfect girl. Sexy as fuck, god damn it, you’re going to make me come too, holy fuck?—”
When she finally tips over the edge, it’s with my name on her lips and her hand tangled in my hair, a tiny woman pinning me down as I thrust roughly into her from below. The feeling of her coming apart pushes me over too. Pouring everything I have into her as I shudder and shake.
She collapses on top of me, trembling and sweat-slicked.
I trail my fingers up her damp spine, loving the soft weight of her on top of me, my whole body wrung out and sated, at least for the moment.
I don’t want to move. Don’t want to pull out and break this connection. I just want to stay joined, our breathes synching up as they slow. In and out, in and out.
I’ve never felt this close to another person in my entire life.
Pressing my face into her hair, I fight back a wave of unexpected emotion. Fuck.
“We should…” She kisses my chest. “The condom?”
“Yeah.” I drag in a breath and reach for the base of my cock as she slides off.
“There’s a washroom across the hall,” she says.
Matter of fact. Not consumed by rioting feelings the way I am.
I nod and swing my legs off the bed, pausing only long enough to double check that her roommates aren’t going to come back and catch me naked in the hallway.
When I return, she’s curled up under the blankets, one side turned down in a clear invitation to slide in next to her.
