“You take me so beautifully,” he mused. “So good, baby. Rock. Yeah, like that. Just with your hips. We’re going to take this.” He guided my hips backward and forward. “Nice and slow.”
We did.
Nice and slow.
But that didn’t mean that it wasn’t taking me higher and higher with each move of his hips.
Each time I rocked forward, my clit would scrape against his pubic bone. Each time I went back, he would hit some deep part inside of me that felt like a live wire.
Back and forth. Back and forth.
I was so focused on the motion that I didn’t feel him move his mouth lower.
Didn’t feel anything until his lips wrapped around my nipple and tugged.
An inhuman wail of delight left my lips as my orgasm all but blasted into me.
“Ah, shit,” I heard him say. “Don’t jerk, baby…”
He held me tight as my orgasm took me over, cursing through the entire ordeal.
I felt something wet and hot splash inside of me, filling me full to bursting.
Then he was panting loudly into my ear, holding me steady despite what I now knew both of our orgasms did to him.
Always looking out for me.
“I swear, I meant to last longer than that,” he grumbled, dropping his head to the couch.
I snickered and pressed a kiss to his lips.
A kiss that he returned with gusto.
“I liked it,” I said. “It was just enough to take the edge off. Now I can think.”
“Yeah?” He laughed. “That makes one of us.”
Before I could ask him what was next, he had me up and moving again, straight to his bathroom.
He turned on the shower with a flick of his fingers, then waited for it to heat before he stepped inside.
“I know that it’s a little late to ask this,” he mused as he let himself slip free of me. “But are you on birth control?”
“I am,” I confirmed. “I’ve been on it for a while. Since I was in college. Bad periods. And, just sayin’, but the birth control doesn’t really help it like my doctor said it would. I’ve been contemplating switching to the shot or the IUD.”
“I don’t care what you’re on, as long as it’s healthy for you, and I can fuck you bare.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to my collarbone.
I felt goose bumps break out over my chest, spreading out from where his warm lips sucked lightly on my neck.
“Justin.”
He growled.
Steam started to fill the room around us, and I was seconds away from suggesting he plaster me up against the shower wall and fuck me again, when there was a terrible pounding at the door.
He growled out in frustration.
“Go,” I said. “I’ll shower off.”
