Chapter 4
Show Me the Money, Honey
Sasha Ramirez
He sat up abruptly and suddenly we were face to face as he ran a hand up my back to hold me steady, his other hand winding into my hair. I could feel his hardness between us, but I wanted it within. Wanted to fill the void.
Please,I wanted to say. But he wasn’t asking me to beg now. His eyes had locked with mine and our lips were almost brushing, and then he shifted, and he was in me… And there was nothing else in my world.
“Oh, God,” I breathed out, feeling myself expanding to accommodate him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled into my throat, and then rocked slightly, drawing out a groan. I settled against him, letting him guide the flow of it. Feeling his lips nuzzling lower. I arched my back as he dipped down to take my nipple into his mouth. The sensations combined between my breast and that fullness inside me, and I clenched my muscles around him, reveling in how perfectly we fitted together.
He kept up his slow, grinding rocking, letting me sink onto him and stay locked there. Even here, he was too far off; my demons were still lurking. I stared down at him, etching his features into my mind. At last, my aching heart decided it could let go. And I exhaled.
He was glowing. Somehow. His dark hair faintly golden, and I dimly registered we were surrounded by mounds of golden-yellow blossoms. It didn’t make sense, but all that mattered was the spiraling inside and I clenched around him again, held him deep, tried to find breath again.
“Come for me,” he said softly. “Let me watch you come.” And even though he’d done it a thousand times already, it was different this time. My release came like fire, washing over me in waves, and his hand cupped my face, fingertips tracing my lips as I cried out his name. The tears were all gone.
