“You like that?” I pull out before pressing in again, more controlled this time.
“Yes,” she moans, her heels locking at the small of my back. “I do.”
“Me, too.” I feel every sinful inch of her body, slick with want for me.
For me.
She presses her heels into my skin, encouraging me to move faster. I speed up, finding a tempo I know she likes.
I watch her face, her lips swollen from my kisses, her eyes heavy with desire. She’s so fucking beautiful I almost can’t look at her without spilling myself inside her.
“Cane ...” I feel her pussy clench around my cock, and her legs start to tremble.
I pick up my pace, angling the movement so my shaft guides against her clit with every stroke. It’s her undoing.
“Ah!” She wraps her fingers in my hair and tugs hard. “Cane!”
Her body erupts around me, pulsing and squeezing my length. Her nipples go hard, and I lick them again, trailing my tongue up her chest before capturing her mouth with mine.
She falls apart, moaning into my mouth, making it incredibly fucking hard not to lose it myself. I slow my strokes, guiding her back to earth.
Her legs and hands topple to the sides.
I kiss her gently, easing in and out of her slowly.
“Damn, Cane,” she whispers, her voice heavy.
I laugh, pulling out and lying beside her. My dick is hard as a rock, pointing at the ceiling. I want to flip her over and pound into her from behind. But she’s emotional tonight, and I don’t want her to ever feel less than ...my everything.
She breathes sharply and gets up to hover over me. “Your turn.”
I grab her narrow waist and guide her onto me. She glides down with precision, sinking our bodies together inch by inch. Her wetness coats my cock.
It’s fucking heaven.
She places her knees on each side of me and rises up. I palm her breasts, one in each hand. They fill my hands like they were created for them.
“Ready, baby?” She grins, shaking her head so her hair spills over her shoulders.
I tip my hips, and she begins to rise and fall, pumping up and down. The sensation of her breasts shaking in my hands is overwhelming.
I meet her thrust for thrust, listening to her little moans.
She can read me like a book because as I get close to exploding, she increases her force.
“Jada, I’m gonna lose it.”
“Lose it.”
I grip her hips and pull her down, feeling every fucking nerve in my body burst. Energy zaps through me, head to toe, rendering me useless. My body shakes, my sight blurred by a barrage of colors.
She sits on me, rocking her hips, milking my orgasm.
When I finally open my eyes, she’s looking at me. I want to say something, but I don’t, because I’m smart enough to know when not to trust myself.
Instead, I wrap my arm around her waist and lay her beside me. I pull her close and rest my head on her chest.
“See?” I say, yawning.
