“Future reference, huh?”
“Mm-hmm…” I manage to get out. There’s a steady swirl of pleasure building each time I feel him hit a spot so far inside me that I half wonder if that’s how he got me pregnant. A gallon of this man’s spunk delivered directly into my womb. What fucking birth control could handle it?
“I like the sound of that…” he says softly, his eyes on my face. I try to focus on him, but the little swirl is becoming a wave.
“Yes.” I lick my lips.
“You do too? Our future…?” He keeps pumping his hips.
God…
“Yes,” I repeat…because…fuck! “Yes! Oh, God, yes!” An orgasm blindsides me and has me crying out, leaving my head reeling. He’s still looking at me as I manage to open my eyes again.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful when you come.” His hips are still pumping, showing no signs of slowing down. The man’s a fucking machine. Literally. A fucking machine. I think he could go like this all day. I might not be able to walk at this rate.
“Your turn,” I quip, grinning down at him. I’m going for “impish,” but it’s possible I just look drunk. That’s what I am. Drunk with lust. And pleasure. Even in the aftermath of my orgasm, he still has me aching for him.
“I’m not done yet,” he says.
“I can tell.” I circle his nipple with my fingernail, watching it pucker. He gives a shiver, still moving his hips.
“Do it again. I want to watch you.”
“You want to watch me come again? But I just did.”
“I can’t get enough.” He gets a firm hold on my hips and thrusts up into me, and I make a slight choking sound. He’s hitting that spot again. It’s like a permanent pleasure switch. Especially when I push down far enough to rub my clit against his pubic bone.
“Oh…ahhh…” I exhale. “God, you feel good.” He reaches down between us and finds my clit, rubbing circles over it. “And that feels good too,” I groan. At this rate, I’m not going to disappoint him. Though just as I feel my skin start to flush with the onset of another orgasm, he slows his movements. I scowl and push against him until he starts up again. I’m back on the brink in barely a minute, and this time when he stops, I slap his arm.
“Don’t stop!”
“Really? Bit bossy, are we?” He raises an eyebrow, resuming those maddening circles over my clit. It feels like the sensation is vibrating all the way to my toes. I’m burning up, about to explode. Until he stops again.
“Damn you!” He’s driving me mad. I thread my fingers through his and hold his hand in place, rubbing my own circles along with him. His eyes are fixed firmly on that spot, and I see twin spots of color high on his cheekbones, his eyes glittering in the moonlight.
“Fuck…ride me…ride me hard!” he grits out. He almost unseats me with his next thrust, and it hits that damn spot again.
“Oh… Oh, my God!” It’s too much. I feel like every muscle in my pussy has gone into some kind of spasm. I come undone, throwing my head back and arching my spine as my body bows beneath the waves of it.
When I finally manage to look at him again, his eyes are still glittering. And he’s still rock hard inside me. Yet, as I move, I feel a warm gush that spreads between us.
“Did you come?” I frown. He’s definitely not softening.
“That’s all you, beautiful.” He grins up at me. I stare down in astonishment at the stickiness.
What the hell?
“I told you…when I work your clit and get all up inthere…your juices squirt out. I wanted to see you do it when I fucked you.”
“Oh. My. God.” My cheeks are on fire. I cover my face with my hand. “That’s insane. Has it happened before?”
“Every time I go down on you.” He chuckles.
Dead. I’m dead.
“I’m so so sorry!” I don’t know where to look.
“Are you kidding me? I could drown in you and die happy.”
