Her body is pulsing around me like she never wants me to leave. She writhes, thighs trembling, head rolling back against the pillow, a broken string of sounds spilling out of her.
‘Faster… Please… Brodie. N-need you harder…’
The words shoot straight through my core, detonating what’s left of my control.
She’s the boss.
I rear up, take her thighs, pin her open, and fucking give it to her.
A sharp snap of my hips. A brutal thrust that knocks another cry from her. Back arching, hands scrabbling for something to hold on to – me, the sheets, anything – begging, taking every hard, hungry stroke like the champ she is.
I hit that perfect spot inside her, again and again, slap of skin-on-skin and the squeaking of the bed frame filling the room, drowning out every thought exceptmore.
She clamps down hard, legs shaking, eyes dazed, mouth open on panting moans.
I lower my head. ‘There?’
A frantic nod. A choked sob. ‘Yes! Yes! AH! Don’t stop—’
As if I could.
I’m a good boy, and I keep going in that rhythm she needs to crest.
Her channel tightens around me, squeezing me so tight my vision blurs, and I know – I know – she’s right there. I bury myself in her, rough and fast, chasing her over the edge.
Her whole body locks up. Her mouth drops open, and a little scream breaks loose, hitting the air as if it hurts to hold it in. And she shatters, rhythmic pulses pulling me under with her. A roar rakes out of me as I thrust, my balls tightening, throbbing, and then – fuck – I’m coming so hard my arms give out and my heart explodes.
The world narrows to her. The feel of her. The smell of her. The way her body keeps clenching, like she’s holding onto the last shreds of pleasure.
To me.
I drop my forehead to hers, fighting for air, completely undone.
She’s shivering, arms looped tight around my shoulders. Her skin is damp, her hair is tangled, her breath is hot against my mouth. She’s looking up, half-wrecked, half-stunned, like she doesn’t believe it happened. Like she doesn’t know how to handle the way I’m still inside her, still holding her like she might disappear.
Her cheeks are pink with heat, lips swollen from kissing me.
‘Wow,’ is all she whispers.
I look down and see this little mole on her left tit. Tiny, dark, heart-shaped. I trace it with my nose, taste it with my tongue.
Charlie closes her eyes, and her fingers ease off my back. I gave her everything. Still might not be enough.
I’m already burned alive just from being this close, just from being the one making her look like this. And I don’t ever want to move.
But I can already tell she’s going to make me.
Chapter14
Charlie
It’s too early. The kind of early where the world’s still blue and nothing makes sense yet. My brain hasn’t caught up to my body, and my body – fuck. It feels rearranged. Stretched, filled, and hollowed all at once.
And I’m not alone.
I’m cradling a furnace. A living furnace. His chest is solid under my head, heartbeat slow and steady, and it’s thudding in my bones.
And god help me, I don’t want him to move. I don’t want any of this to move. I want to capture the moment, preserve it forever, keep it safe and warm and unbreakable.
