“Come,” I growl against her ear. “Come on my cock, sweetheart. Let me feel you.”
Her body tenses. Her back arches. Her eyes lock on mine, wide and desperate. A cry tears from her throat, raw and beautiful, as her climax hits her. Her inner walls clamp down on me, milking my cock with fierce, rhythmic pulses.
The sensation is too much. My own control shatters. With a roar, I plunge deep one last time and let go, spilling into the condom in hot, pulsing waves, blinding, obliterating everything but the feel of her, the sound of her, the woman beneath me. I shout her name, a raw sound torn from my chest, as I empty myself inside her.
We collapse together in a tangle of sweaty limbs and gasping breaths. I roll to the side, pulling her with me, holdingher close against my chest. Her head rests on my shoulder. Her body is still trembling with aftershocks.
We lie like that for long moments, tangled together, sweat-slicked and utterly spent, the only sounds our labored breathing and the frantic drumming of our hearts.
Slowly, reality seeps back in. The cool air on my overheated skin. The scent of sex and salt and Jane. The feel of her body, soft and pliant beneath mine.
"You okay?" I ask.
"I'm..." She pauses. "I don't know what I am."
My chest tightens. "Did I hurt you?"
"No." She tilts her head up. "The opposite. I just... I didn't know it could be like that."
"Like what?"
"Like you actually wanted me to feel good. Like it mattered more than—" She stops herself.
"It did matter." I brush hair from her face.
I start to pull away, but her arms tighten around me.
“Don’t,” she whispers, her voice hoarse.
“Not yet.”
I settle back against her, carefully shifting my weight off her. I pull out gently, disposing of the condom quickly before gathering her back into my arms.
She curls into me, her head resting on my chest, her ear pressed over my still-thundering heartbeat. Her skin is warm against mine. Her breathing slowly evens out.
I stroke her hair, my fingers tangling in the dark strands. The silence is comfortable. Intimate… until…
“So,” she murmurs, her voice husky and spent. “Kirkland Signature. Not bad.”
I laugh. “Glad it met with your approval.”
“Oh, it exceeded expectations.” She tilts her head back to look up at me, her eyes soft, sated, filled with a warmth that makes my chest tighten. “Definitely worth the bulk buy.”
I brush a kiss against her sweaty temple. “Best investment you ever made.”
She doesn’t laugh this time.
Instead, she shifts closer and slides her hand to my chest—not teasing, not roaming. Just resting there. Feeling my heartbeat slow under her palm.
“You okay?” she asks quietly.
The question catches me off guard.Notare we okay.
You.
I nod once. Honest.
Her thumb moves in a small, absent circle, like she’s memorizing the answer.
