And I take great pleasure in being the one to wreck him.
Lovingly.
Notlove-lovingly. But you know what I mean.
“Summer.”
The way he groans my name makes me think we may up the ante on my three-orgasm minimum.
He grips the back of my neck and pulls my mouth to his. The kiss is messy and desperate and so fucking hot.
His hold limits my movement, so he takes over, driving into me. When he tilts my hips exactly where he wants them, he hits the spot that makes words cease, thoughts disappear.
All that’s left is pure need.
He bites my bottom lip, then sucks it into his mouth.
When it pops free, he speaks against my lips, breath hot. “Come for me, honey. Come on my cock.”
I reach between us and rub quick circles over my clit until my whole body tightens and breaks, doing exactly what he’s asked.
I’m still fluttering around him when his voice filters back in—a low string of curses. But instead of picking up his pace, his thrusts slow down.
“You really undersold your stamina,” I pant, still pulling air into my lungs, my limbs twitchy.
“I don’t want it to end,” he murmurs.
Dangerous words for something that isn’t meant to last.
He eases me off him and sits up, hands staying on me, like he doesn’t want to lose contact. Then he guides me onto all fours. At this point, he could fold me into a pretzel and I’d be okay with it.
“Is this okay?” he checks, chest warm against my back as he presses kisses from my neck to my shoulder.
I nod, but also manage, “Everything is great,” though it comes out dazed.
One kiss after another, he works down my spine, dropping one to each cheek before he lines up and drives back in. The air leaves my lungs in a rush.
He grips my hips and starts to move, almost gently at first, like he’s holding himself back.
He’s big enough that when he pulls me against him, he stays buried deep. His thrusts are shorter like this, but the way he holds me more than makes up for it.
His breath fans over my neck as an arm bands around my waist, the other traveling to my clit. I shake, my hips jerking toward his hand.
“Need you closer,” he mumbles into my skin.
We’re as close as two people can physically get, and somehow, it still doesn’t feel enough.
“Can you come again?” His voice is rough in my ear.
“Yeah. I’m close.” I turn my head, find his lips over my shoulder, and kiss him.
He makes a sound low in his throat, then moves us again, easing me onto my back. He settles between my legs and pushes into me in one long slide.
“Can’t decide how you want to come?” I tease.
“Want to come every way with you,” he pants.
His hips move quicker now, each thrust fraying his control. I wrap my legs around his waist and urge him on.
