Do I care?
Not a fucking bit.
She rides out her orgasm, her entire body trembling.
But I’m not done. I deliver a long, slow lick to her slit and she damn near levitates.
She glares at me, wriggling against my grasp. “Don’t start.”
I smile, tightening my grip on her hips. “I’m not, sweetheart. But I’m sure as hell not finished yet, either.”
I slip two fingers inside her wetness, my mouth latching onto her clit, my tongue delivering endless short strokes as she whines and writhes against me.
“You’re going to make me come again.”
“That’s the idea, beautiful.”
A second orgasm hits her, stronger than the first, and I rise on my knees, my fingers deep inside her, watching the passion play out across her face.
Grabbing a condom from the nightstand, I roll it on, my cock throbbing so hard it’s painful. Then I settle between her thighs, bracing my weight on my forearms.
Her dark gaze holds mine, her hands gliding along my back as she arches toward me.
“Not yet,” I murmur, my mouth brushing hers.
And I mean it.
Because I’m not done taking my time with her.
Not even close.
I slide my cock along her slick skin, wishing like hell I could take her raw. Fuck, I’d never recover then. Hell, I might never recover now.
I push inside her body, so damn ready for me, until I’m buried to the hilt, a guttural groan rising from my chest. “Jesus… you’re so damn tight. So fucking perfect.”
She is, too. Every inch of her is a drug I never want to kick.
Her legs wrap around my waist, arching into me, but I keepthe pace steady, letting the tension build until she’s ready to explode again.
“Please…” That word almost breaks me.
I cover her mouth with mine, swallowing her cries, my breathing uneven as I maintain the slow, easy rhythm.
Her whole body tightens under me, her breath catching hard as her silky heat threatens to destroy my last hold on reality.
“Eddie.” My name is a prayer on her lips. “Please…”
I thrust deeper, keeping her on that edge. Letting it stretch, letting it build. Letting her come apart under me again.
And when she does, it hits me just as hard—her body tightening around me, pulling me closer, dragging something out of me I can’t hold back anymore.
“Fuck—”
My rhythm falters, my grip tightening as I try to hold on, but it’s already too far gone, too much built up, too much sensation hitting all at once.
We gasp and groan, our bodies shuddering as we come hard, fueling each other’s climax.
I collapse forward, my forehead dropping against hers. For a second, neither of us moves.
