“You love fucking me,mon tueur?”
“Jesus. Say something else?”
I mentally reach back into my mind, searching for the part where the French lives. I need something sexy, maybe even dirty.
“J’aime ta bite. J'adore ton corps. J’ai vraiment envie de toi. Je me sens si bien avec toi. Je veux que ça dure éternellement. Tu m'as sauvé de moi-même, je ferai tout pour te rendre heureux. Tu le mérites. J't'aime. Mon ange noir. Mon tout.”
Specter moans in response to my word vomit.
“Do you like that?” I bite his earlobe as he sucks another hickey onto my collarbone.
I reach behind us and rub the head of his cock against my hole.
“You’re not ready,” he murmurs.
“I am. Trust me. Get inside me.”
He releases a shaky breath as he pulls back to meet my gaze. “You are so damn sexy.”
Licking my lips, I grip the base of his cock and push myself down onto him.
“Oh fuck. Fuck,” he grunts, wrapping his arms around my waist.
I close my eyes, forcing my body to relax and accept him. Specter doesn’t know that I fingered myself earlier in the shower at Segreto, knowing damn well we’d be fucking later. All I needed was a little refresher.
As I sink onto him, my mind empties until there’s nothing left but me and him. I lean back so I can rock up and down, impaling myself and hitting that perfect spot inside. I know how to get what I want from a man, but it’s been so long since I’ve taken the reins and let myself go.
Specter falls back on the mattress, keeping his hands on my hips as I ride him. I’m so lost in the sensation that I’m no longer paying attention to anything but bringing us both pleasure. I squeeze my nipples as I bounce on his incredible cock, feeling it in every part of my body.
“Fuck,” he moans. “God, you’re too much. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Gonna make you come,” I grunt. “Come inside me, fill me up.”
“Jesus.” Specter digs his fingers into my hips to the point where he’s likely leaving bruises. Yes. I want to see what he did to me tomorrow.
Leaning forward, I plant my hands on his chest, digging into his pecs and going hard on his dick until I’m left panting and desperate to come. My dick is so hard I feel lightheaded, but if I touch it, I’ll be done for, and I want Specter to get there first.
He opens his eyes, his love-soaked blue gaze holding mine. Because of him I not only know what love feels like, I know what it looks like. And to think I had planned to ignore him as just another customer.
Specter’s hand moves to the base of my neck, squeezing justenough. I clench around his cock and he shouts, his brow creasing as his hand falls away.
“Fuck,” he mutters, bucking his hips up into me. “Jesus, Colson. Fuck. Fuck. Oh gooooddd.”
I feel his cock swell and twitch inside me, stretching my hole to its limits as he pumps and empties himself inside me. I shift slightly, bouncing so his dick hits me in the perfect spot, and that’s it. I lean back as my orgasm hits me, tremors racking my entire body. My cock spasms, spilling rope after sticky rope of cum into the air, splashing down on Specter.
The orgasm is so intense that it feels like I’m never coming back down to earth. I’m floating on a sea of bliss, every nerve in my body lighting up until I’m finally drained and spent. I fall forward and bury my face in the crook of his neck as his arms wrap around me. I’m hot and sticky, but I don’t care. That was by far the best fuck of my life.
As my breathing returns to normal, I become aware of Specter’s gentle touch as he drags his fingers through my hair and kisses the side of my face.
“I’m dead. I think you killed me.”
“You’re alive, love,” Specter whispers, kissing me again. “So alive. So vibrant. Breathtaking, is what you are.”
We lie together in silence for several minutes, just soaking everything in.
“Will you tell me what you said in French?”
I laugh softly. “Maybe. If you’re good.”
