Page 542 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

And I can’t think straight as he fucks into me—this man who’s got my slick on his tongue, my sanity in his fist.

I reach back, my hand climbing his jaw,

turning my head

until his mouth’s on mine.

He kisses me open-mouthed,

slow-tongued,

warm and wet and deeper,

then deeper,

exhaling through his nose

as he holds me close.

Each time he thrusts, my pussy yanks on his cock tight like a fist, making both his hips and breath shudder.

The party on the roof

starts screaming the countdown.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Andrew clutches the side of my face,

his forehead resting on my temple.

Sweat’s dotting our skin.

The heated pads of his fingers roll over my swollen clit. All the while, his cock’s grinding inside, dragging my walls.

And the intensity of it fucking screams.

“Andrew...”

He presses his mouth behind my ear,

kisses me there.

“I know. I fuckin’ know,” he scrapes out, then kisses me again. “I feel you. I feel it.”

Seven.

Six.

My chest tightens,

my legs shake,

my hands going numb at my fingertips, like all the feeling is climbing into where we meet.