I reached up to smooth away his worry. “Better than.”
At last, he started to move, giving me long, languid strokes. Soon, our bodies were slicked with sweat and sliding together, his mouth never more than a breath away from mine, sharing air and kisses as he flexed in and out of me.
I’d forgotten how much more intimate this was, being inches—or in our case, centimeters—away from your partner’s face when fucking like this.
No, not fucking.
Lane and I were making love, as corny as that sounded. Slowly rocking together, my man made no move to quicken his pace. After the quick orgasm he’d given me with his mouth, Iwantedto drag this out, to bask in this moment with him.
But there came a point when I needed more, and I truly had no idea how he wasn’t rutting into me like an animal.
I hooked my legs around his hips and dug my heels into his ass, wordlessly demanding more.
Lane obeyed the silent command instantly, knowing I wouldn’t ask unless I was certain.
With my permission, his control snapped completely, and he unleashed that beast. Sitting up, he gripped my ankles and tossed my legs over his shoulder, banding his arm around my thighs as he fucked me hard and fast. Pressing his other hand to my lower abdomen, he made me feel every inch of him sliding in and out of me.
It was the most delicious torture.
“Oh, fuckfuckfuck,” I moaned as the room filled with the slapping of our skin.
“Fuck, sunny. You feel so fucking good. You gonna come for me?”
I couldn’t verbally respond, could only make noises that I hoped he took as assent. Clamping tighter around him, I held onto his forearms, fingernails digging into his skin. Lane didn’t falter; in fact, he seemed to pick up the pace. The headboard snapped against the wall hard enough that I distantly worried about leaving marks.
“Get there, sunny. Let go. Come for me. Come all over my cock.”
I did as commanded, shattering with a scream. Lane followed me down with a roar, spilling long and hot inside me.
When I returned to my body, he slowly pulled free, and I winced at his loss. Through heavily-lidded eyes, I watched him whose own attention remained focused between us.
His blue eyes—clearing slightly in the wake of his orgasm—flicked up to mine briefly. “You have no idea how fucking hot it is to see my cum drip out of you.” His finger found me, and I twitched at the touch against my hyper-sensitive skin as he pushed it back inside. “Wanna fill you up all the time just to watch this.”
A breathless chuckle left me, and I threw my arm over my eyes, taking a deep breath and willing my heart rate to slow. The bed shook as Lane flopped down at my side.
“That was intense,” I murmured.
“You okay?” he asked, settling one of his broad palms on my stomach. The gentle weight was a comfort, but also a reminder that I’d done this thing that scared me for so long and had survived.
That I would be okay.
“I’m great,” I assured him, opening my eyes and turning to face him. “But I can’t believe you ruined my underwear.”
He chuckled. “I said I’d buy you more.”
I waved him off. “No need to spend more money on them if you’re going to keep ruining them. I’m not gonna lie, that was pretty hot.”
“What do you mean, spendmoremoney?”
“You bought those for me,” I said with a laugh. “Or did you forget already?”
There was no humor to be found in Lane’s face at my teasing, though.
“Sunny, I didn’t buy that stuff for you.”
thirty-three
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