The intensity in his gaze pushed me closer to the edge. He adjusted his angle, and the next thrust hit something deep inside me. I saw white.
“There,” I gasped. “Right there.”
He did it again. And again. The vibration increased, and I was close, balanced on the edge.
“Show me how good this makes you feel, love.”
My second orgasm hit like a wave, roaring through me. I clenched around him, and he groaned, his rhythm faltering.
“Fuck, Haley. You’re?—”
Aftershocks kept rolling through me, each one making me tighten around him. He held still, letting me ride it out, his breathing as ragged as mine.
When I could think again, I realized he was trembling.
“You okay?” I asked.
“I’m trying not to come.”
“Why?”
“Because we’re not done yet.”
He pulled out, and I whimpered at the loss.
His hands were suddenly everywhere—on my hips, my thighs—before flipping me onto my belly. I couldn’t catch my breath. The mattress dipped as he positioned himself behind me, and his ragged breathing filled the room. His hands shook as they lifted me onto my knees.
“I need…” His voice broke. “I need you like this. This angle is going to be deeper. Tell me if it’s too much.”
“I will.”
He pushed back inside, and I cried out. He was right. It was deeper, so deep I felt him everywhere. And those ridges…
His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back onto him with each thrust. The vibration felt stronger from this position, the ridges hitting different places that made my eyes roll back in my head. I couldn’t think or breathe. I could only feel.
“Touch yourself,” he said.
My hand shook as I reached between my legs, finding my clit. The combined sensation of his cock inside me and my fingers there was too much.
“That’s it,” he said. “Make yourself come on my cock.”
The command in his voice pushed me higher. I was already close, my third orgasm building faster than the previous two.
He changed his angle, and I gasped.
“There?” he asked.
“Fuck…”
He thrust harder, hitting that perfect spot while I worked my clit, chasing the release that was so close I could taste it.
“I can feel you getting close,” he said. “Your body tells me everything. Take it, love. It’s yours.”
My third orgasm ripped through me, more intense than the others because I was so sensitive. I clenched around him, and this time he couldn’t hold back. His thrusts became erratic, his grip on my hips tightening. He groaned my name, and I felt him pulse inside me, the vibration intensifying for a long moment before it faded.
He stayed buried inside me, both of us shaking. When he finally pulled out, I collapsed onto the bed, boneless.
The mattress dipped as he lay beside me. His arm came around my waist, pulling me against his chest.
