The orgasm rips through me. Harder than the others. I sob into the pillow and feel him follow immediately after.
Then he carefully pulls out and helps me roll over.
“You okay?”
I nod because I can’t quite form words yet.
He gets water. Helps me drink. Then lies down and pulls me against him.
“Four,” he says quietly.
Four. One more left.
“I don’t know if I can?—”
“You can. But we’ll take a real break first. However long you need.”
We lie there in silence. His fingers run through my hair while my breathing slowly evens out.
“That conversation timing,” I say into the pillow.
“I know. I’m sorry. My brain just?—”
“It was sweet. In a filthy way.”
“That’s my specialty.”
I look up at him. “You really want that?”
“Only if you want to give it to me.” He cups my face. “Only if you trust me.”
“I do trust you.”
“Then yeah. I want it. Want every part of you.” He kisses my forehead. “But that’s for another night. Tonight’s about you. Abouttaking care of you. About showing you exactly what five goals means.”
We stay like that for a long time. Just holding each other. Recovering.
Finally he shifts.
“Ready for the last one?”
Yes. No. I don’t know. But I nod anyway.
36
RODRIGUEZ
She’s wrecked.
I can see it in the way her body trembles when I touch her, in the way her breathing hasn’t quite steadied even after our break, in the flush that spreads from her cheeks all the way down her chest.
Four orgasms. Four times I’ve made her fall apart in my arms tonight.
And I’m about to do it one more time.
“I can’t—” she starts, and her voice is already hoarse.
“You can.” I settle over her, braced on my forearms so I’m not crushing her. “I’ll go so slow.” I brush her hair back from her face, still damp with sweat. “I want to look at you for this one. Want to see you.”
