He looks beautiful.
When he finally stills, he lowers himself onto his forearms. Both of us are breathing hard. My whole body is still humming,still throbbing around him in little leftover pulses. He’s heavy and hot and exactly where he should be.
“Sheesh,” I say between breaths. “That was…not what I was expecting.”
He huffs out a quiet laugh. “Me neither.”
He eases out of me carefully, and I hiss at the drag, oversensitive everywhere. He rolls onto his side, takes care of the condom with a quick, practiced motion, and ties it off. He drops it into the small bin between my side table and my bed.
I watch him reach for the second condom.
He catches my eye and lifts one brow. “Ready for round two?”
Round say what now?
Two?
“Already?” I ask. My voice is hoarse. “You can go again?”
“Yes. We don’t have to if?—”
“I want to. I do.” There’s a desperate edge to my voice.
He grins at me, and I swear I’m already halfway to another orgasm.
Is this even real?
He tears the packet open, rolls another condom onto his long length, and then his hands are on me again. He skims his palm over my hip, down my thigh, up over my stomach. He bends and catches a nipple in his mouth, teasing, and I feel the answering throb between my legs and cannot believe it. I’m going to be ruined. I’m going to wake up tomorrow and be a changed person.
I don’t care.
“Roll over for me,” he murmurs against my breast. His palm slides down to my hip and nudges. “Let me look at your ass.”
I roll. Somehow, I find the strength to get my knees under me and push up onto all fours. I feel his big, warm hands smooth over the back of my thighs, up over my ass, along the dip ofmy lower back. He takes his time. He squeezes. He strokes. One hand slides around and drops between my legs again, and I jerk forward with a gasp when his fingers find my still-throbbing clit.
“So sensitive,” he says behind me, voice rough.
I moan as he works me slowly, lazy circles that build the ache back up in a way I genuinely did not think was possible. My head drops toward the mattress. My hair falls around my face. My arms start to shake. I’m making these little broken sounds I can’t control, and he’s humming behind me like my noises are the best thing he’s ever heard.
Then the hand leaves me. I feel his weight shift. I feel the hot, heavy length of him pressing against my entrance again.
And then he pushes in, all the way, in one long, slow glide.
I drop to my forearms with a moan that starts with his name and ends in a curse. The angle is different. He’s somehow deeper. He feels enormous from here. My eyes go wide as he starts to move, one big hand gripping my hip, the other sliding up my spine and into my hair. He fists my hair, holding me in place.
I feel dominated.
I like it.
I’m already climbing. My body is shameless and very greedy. It makes wet sounds, trying to hold onto him as he thrusts.
He grunts softly with each one.
Then he picks up the pace, and my headboard starts hitting the wall again.
“Fuck, Robyn!” he grinds out.
Fuck is right.
I’m going to come again, and soon.
