“You said you wouldn’t stop,” I pleaded.
“I also said that a body like yours deserves to be worshipped. Remember that?”
His voice forced my eyes open to find him staring back at me with a sinister grin painted across his face.
A wildfire erupted, growing more out of control as I watched him make his way back to his knees. This time his mouth consumed me in every sense of the word, his tongue moving in a way that made it impossible not to be vocal.
“Holy shit,” I moaned.
“Oh, you like that, huh?”
“I might actually come,” I admitted.
Without warning, he stopped. “What do you mean you might actually come?”
I whimpered in the absence of his mouth.
“Did you doubt me?” he questioned. “That I could make you come.”
“Not you specifically.” My breath was ragged. “Just in general.”
“Wait a minute. You’re not saying what I think you’re saying, are you?”
He had me in a compromising position, and I would’ve said anything if it made him go back to what he’d been doing.
“No one’s ever made me come.” The truth slipped right through my lips and I didn’t even care, I just needed his mouth on me again.
He lifted his chin and focused on me with one eyebrow quirked. “This really is about to be the ride of your life.”
I didn’t even have time to respond before he dipped his head back down, finding the exact spot where he’d left off, pulling, yet again, another desperate moan from deep inside of me.
In alliance with his tongue, his fingers worked just as hard, finding the parts of me that craved his touch, massaging them until I almost couldn’t take it any longer.
“Stetson.” I whimpered his name, taking a second to catch my breath. “I’m going to—”
The comment prompted him to prowl up my body and within seconds, he’d found himself back inside of me. This time I wrapped my legs around his lower half to feel him even deeper.
Our mouths found one another again, our bodies more in sync than ever as the rhythm picked up.
His fingers went back to massaging all the right places while he continually thrusted into me. The extra effort on his part ensured I didn’t lose my edge.
This time we werebothclose.
A groan left his chest and rattled through me. “Fuck,” he said. “I’m gonna come.”
The euphoria made me feel light, like a feather that might simply float away.
“I’m so close,” I said, my body filled to the brim, and I could feel myself tipping, about to spill over.
“Look at me.” He wasn’t asking. “I want to watch you.”
His words were more than enough to send me catapulting over the edge, the feeling of pleasure so overwhelming that my body tensed, releasing only when I felt him pulsing inside of me.
It was only then that both of us fully lost control, reaching peak climax almost simultaneously. Everything went silent except for the electricity that buzzed between us. Our bodies collapsed into one another, limp and exhausted from what had just transpired.
I mustered every ounce of energy I had left, pulling him closer. “That was a helluva ride,” I said, my chest heaving up and down as I whispered into his ear.
Chapter Twenty-Five
