“Eighty-Seven…”
“I feel you, baby. You’re almost there.”
“Please,” I croak.
“Let go. Let me feel you,” he whispers, and it finishes me off. “Give me your third orgasm.”
I cry out his name, and we both reach that high together. It’s euphoric. An out-of-body experience that I never want to end. When he pulls out of me and lets me slide down the wall, I collapse into him.
He turns off the water, carries me bridal style out of the shower, and sets me beside the sink, the cold counter biting into my bare ass.
My eyes land on his still very hard erection, and I frown when he wraps a towel around his waist.
“Eyes up here, sweetheart.” He covers me with a robe before picking me up again and carrying me to the bed. I hum as soon as the comfy mattress hits my back.
He kisses my lips, pressing me deeper into the bed. His finger traces up my leg and thigh and over the cotton of my robe. When he reaches my waist, he pulls on my belt, not stopping until it’s out of the loops. I’m naked again within seconds. When I place my hand on his thigh and inch closer to the towel covering him, he catches my wrist.
“Uh-uh,” he tuts. “Not yet. I still have plans for you.”
“You’re not done?”
“Oh, baby. That was just a warm-up.”
My eyes widen, and I realize he’s not joking.
He lets out a dark chuckle as he drapes the cotton belt over my wrists and binds them together. My heartbeat picks up with anticipation of what’s to come.
“Hands and knees, baby.”
I laynext to my sleepy girl and stare at her. She’s so damn beautiful. She gave up her control for me. She gave me her love, trust, vulnerabilities, and so much more.
She gave me everything.
The things she let me do to her after we got out of the shower were downright filthy, but what I saw reflected in her eyes was beyond anything I could have imagined.
She never used her safe word, the little minx. She was incredible and all mine.
I wasn’t lying when I told her every time has been heaven. But tonight is a night I’ll never forget.
I lean forward and kiss her, needing to have her close to fill my lungs with air.
“I’m closed for business. I need five working days to recover after everything we did,” she murmurs with closed eyes. She’s completely, deliriously sated.
I chuckle and cuddle her. “I don’t want your business, just every last drop of your pleasure.”
She whines when I lift her arm and place it around my neck. Her leg shifts over my thigh so I can easily nuzzle into her. Her body is limp as I shift us from the bed.
She was so tired, she could barely wash her hair in the shower. I knew I’d need at least an hour before I could go again after what we did.
She wrecked me.
Her hair is still wet and unwashed from the distraction of my insatiable need to have her. Her exhaustion is evident by how much she enjoyed herself, her skin red and eyes tired.
I breathe in her scent. It drives me fucking wild.
“Are you sore?” It’s stupid of me to ask, considering what I put her through, but I need to know she’s okay. I also need the reminder that she needs time to recover. That I can’t just have her whenever I want because she willingly gave me control.
“I’m going to say no, because if I say yes, you’ll put me in the bath and get behind me and do that thing with your hands. I don’t want your ego bruised but I’m not sure there’s anything left in me to give you right now. I definitely can’t make it up to you, either.”
