“I want to see you fall apart,” she says, then takes me deep again.
She sets a rhythm, slow and deliberate. Her tongue does things that make my vision blur. When she hums around me, the vibration shoots through my entire body.
“Sadie, I’m close,” I warn.
She pulls back, pressing a kiss to my hip. “Not yet. I’m not done with you.”
She climbs back up, straddling me again, and reaches between us, wrapping her hand around me. Then she positions herself, lining us up, and slowly—so fucking torturously slow—she sinks down onto me.
We both moan as she takes me in, inch by inch, until I’m fully inside her. She’s tight and warm and perfect. I close my eyes, savoring the moment.
“Open your eyes,” she commands. “I want you to see me.”
I obey, and the sight of her above me—naked, flushed, taking what she wants—is almost too much.
With hands braced on my chest, she starts to ride me. Her hips move in a flowing, wavelike motion that has me gripping her waist, trying to maintain some semblance of control.
“Mateo,” she breathes, taking my good hand from her hip. She presses my thumb against her clit. “Rub it while I ride you.”
I circle her clit with my thumb as she moves above me. The angle is perfect, and I can feel her tightening around me. Then she reaches behind herself, her hand finding my balls, and I nearly come undone right there.
“Oh god.”
“Goddess,” She corrects, her voice breathless but teasing. “Do you like that?”
“You’re going to kill me,tesoro.”
She laughs, but it turns into a moan as I increase the pressure on her clit. Her movements become quicker as she grinds into me.
“I’m close,” she gasps. She increases her tempo. “So close.”
“If you don’t want me to come inside you, you’d better get off now,” I warn, my voice strained.
“IUD,” she manages. “I have an IUD. Come inside me.”
That’s all it takes. I press harder on her clit, my hips thrusting up to meet hers, and she shatters, crying out my name. The feeling of her coming around me pushes me over the edge, and I follow her, spilling inside her as pleasure crashes through me.
She collapses onto the bed next to me, both of us breathless, our hearts pounding in sync.
“Holy shit,” I manage after a moment.
She laughs, the sound breathy and satisfied. “So, did you like chapter fourteen?”
I pull her against me, tucking her into my side. “So much better than anything I could have imagined.”
She props herself up on one elbow to look at me. Her hair is a mess. Her lips are swollen. She’s never looked more beautiful.
“Five days,” she says quietly.
“I know.”
Her fingers trace patterns on my chest. “I’m terrified.”
“I know that too.” I brush hair from her face. “But you’re going to stand up there, and you’re going to tell them exactly why you belong here. Why this town is your home. And I’m going to be in the front row, watching you prove every single person who ever doubted you wrong.”
“What if I can’t—“
“You can. You will.” I kiss her softly. “And when it’s over, you’ll come home to me. Win or lose, you’ll come home.”
