“You’re so fucking tight.”
He devoured my mouth, and the harder he kissed me, the deeper he went and the more power he used.
I didn’t know what to grip. I wanted to pierce every surface with my nails, that was how amazing he felt.
I moved with him, bouncing upward to help separate us and sliding down to meet him. Of course, I had no idea if this was my doing or ifhis strength was what forced the motion, but it was added friction, and that only increased the intensity building inside me.
I pulled my lips back and cried, “Oh! Fuck!”
“Someone’s close.”
The short, trimmed hairs above his dick were grazing my clit, giving me even more pressure.
“It’s your fault. This is what you do to me. The second you’re inside me, I no longer have control over my body.” My palms went to his cheeks.
“That’s what I want. To own your pussy.”
He owned it, inside and outside this room.
But I didn’t want to admit that.
So I begged, “Harder,” instead.
Each of his breaths were bellowed into my face, combined with a moan. “You’re trying to make me come.”
I squeezed my walls around him, pulsing against his girth, and I bit his lip, holding it between my teeth, releasing it to say, “I don’t think I need to try.”
He groaned, a sound that told me he felt the way I was contracting. “But we’re running out of time, goddamn it.”
“Then you better make this as memorable as possible.”
It was as though a switch had gone off. His movements were suddenly unhinged, his hips bucking forward and back with an urgency I didn’t remember feeling from him before. But it wasn’t just the way he was rocking into me that made this fire move through me—it was also the way his hands were locked on my body, the way his deep, guttural breaths were exhaled into my face, the way the passion and heat was so thick between us, my skin was blazing.
“Agh!” I couldn’t contain my sounds, but I did everything I could to keep them several octaves below screaming. “Yes!”
The orgasm was already sparking, the rest of my body turning completely numb, and at this point, all I could do was hold on and take it.
So I did.
“Kiss me,” he ordered.
I mashed our lips together, moaning into his mouth, and by the noises he was making and how his pumps had turned even wilder, I knew that what was happening in me was also happening in him.
“Fuck,” he panted against my lips. “Your pussy is fucking milking me.”
Because I was coming.
Peaking.
Everything completely dissolving except for the pleasure spreading through me, and with each drive of his cock, I got closer to that edge.
“Emily!”
When I reached the summit, when there wasn’t a spot in or on my body that wasn’t lit and blazing, the shudders took over.
“Gavin!”
My nails stabbed whatever they were touching, my legs tightened around him, and I did everything I could not to scream.
