Page 541 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

But then I go rigid.

“Drew—I—” I shake my head.

I don’t do that.

I don’t have sex that way.

I don’t let anyone fuck me from behind.

Not unless I’m forced to or punishing myself. He knows that. He knows that…

My body panics

before my brain can catch up.

He draws closer.

“Feel who’s got you,” he murmurs,

turning me slow,

pinning my spine to his chest.

He hooks a hand under my thigh,

raises it and sets it on the ledge.

“Feel my breath,

“my mouth,

“my heartbeat…”

He presses heavy against my opening,

his lips brushing hot against my temple.

“My fuckin’ cock,” he says,

pushing his thick head in,

and my pussy grabs him, squeezes him,

trying to pull him deeper faster.

He groans, pushing in ‘til he bottoms out, a heavy ache dissolving into liquid heat in the deepest part of me.

His chest stutters.

“My fuckin’ God… Feel that?” His other hand slides down the front of me, pinning me to his hips with two fingers on my clit. “This is it. Always was.”

My head falls back on his shoulder, and his mouth traces the curve of my neck as his hips thrust a rhythm that rolls deep and ruins me—sliding out slow enough to make me chase him, driving back in hard enough to shut my mouth.

My body melts right there⁠—

sinking onto his cock, his skin, his hand,

the scent of salt, sin, the hint of his cologne burned into his throat.