Page 59 of His Secret Wish

He slid his hand between them, their sweaty skin helping to ease the glide. As if she was reading his thoughts, she unhooked her legs from around him, spreading them wide to give him full access. He sank deeper into her—which he hadn’t thought possible—and groaned. Everything below his waist felt like it was on fire.

“You have to come for me again, mi cariño. Can you do that?” He whispered the words in her ear at the same time as he slipped his fingers between her folds, finding her clit. A shiver ran through her and she groaned, the sound dirty and deep.

She tightened her grip on his shoulders, pulling him tight against her, as if she wanted them to melt together. He felt her nod frantically against his cheek. He buried his face against her neck, the smell of her sweet perfume and sex invading his senses.

He found a hard rhythm, pulling back and sinking deep. His fingers rubbed her clit, the touch firm, the pressure hard. She made a mewling sound in her throat, the sound she made when she was about to come, and he pressed harder, moved faster.

The base of his spine tingled, the urge to let go barreling toward him.

“Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.” The chant was breathy. “I’m going to come again.”

He grunted against her neck, flicking his fingers against her clit rapidly. She gasped and thrust her hips against his, forcing him deep once again.

Her body went taut against his, her knees lifting off the bed. The inner muscles of her pussy clutched at him, squeezing tight. She made a keening noise, one that was probably too loud to make sure their interlude was kept private, but he didn’t care. Her entire body trembled.

His balls drew up tight. He slid his hand from between them, moving it around her hip to grab her ass, holding her against him. His strokes changed to sharp and deep, his hips rolling against hers hard. She slid her fingernails down his back with just the right pressure. The sharp sting streaked straight to his groin.

“Oh, fuck.” He breathed the words against her skin. “I’m coming.”

He pushed in as deep as he could, his entire cock wrapped in her soft, wet, heat. The muscles in his ass and thighs clenched hard. The first hard spurt made him groan. He sunk his teeth into the place where her neck met her shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to leave a mark. His hips flexed with each subsequent spurt until there was nothing left.

She trailed her hands up and down his back, whispering reassuring words in the most soothing tone he’d ever heard. His muscles unclenched, and he sank against her, trying to catch his breath. That had been incredible. He honestly didn’t remember it being so good.

They laid there like that for a bit, their bodies pressed tightly together. He closed his eyes, let his mind blank. He wanted to remember this moment, lock it away inside him, just in case it was the last.

She tapped his shoulder. “You’re squashing me.”

“Sorry.” He reached between them to hold the condom and then rolled off of her. The glide of his cock out of her pussy made his abs clench, his legs shake.

He stared up at the ceiling, letting the cool air in the room wash over him.

She climbed over him, her skin brushing against his, making his spark. “I’m going to go to the bathroom.” She grabbed her robe and belted it on and then reached for her pajamas on the top of the dresser.

He didn’t want to move, but figured he’d better before she opened the door. With his luck, it would be at the exact moment someone walked by, and he’d be caught butt ass naked, with his cock hanging out. He rolled off the bed, moving over to next to the bureau so he’d be out of sight of the doorway.

She threw him a saucy look over her shoulder and pulled open the door. He inched closer to the corner, still afraid someone might see him. She closed the door, and he heard her laugh. The wench.

He took care of the condom, tying it off and wrapping it in a handful of tissues. He’d have to remember to dispose of it properly tomorrow. Please, Lord, let me remember. The last thing he needed was for someone to find it. Especially one of the girls. They were curious little beans, and he was not explaining what a condom was, let alone what it was used for, to them.

He grabbed his pajama pants and slid them on. His cock was still incredibly sensitive, and just the scrape of the fabric against the head made him suck in a breath. The room was a disaster. He picked up their clothes, hastily folding them and placing them on the top of the bureau. Paced the length of the very tiny room. Glanced at the door.

Hopefully everything was okay with Izzy. While she hadn’t been gone a long time, it was longer than it should have been.

His stomach rolled, worry rushing in and overtaking his feeling of bliss. Should he make sure she was okay? We’re they at that place? They’d just had incredible sex, but what if she only saw their relationship as physical? He didn’t think that’s what was happening between them, but he couldn’t be sure.

And he was too much of a fucking coward to ask.

The doorknob turned, and he jumped into the bed and under the covers so fast, it was almost like he’d been caught doing something wrong. His heart was thudding against his like a panicked stallion, but he stretched his arm out, trying to look like he was all relaxed and shit.

She slipped into the room and closed the door behind her and then leaned her back against it. He couldn’t read her expression, although her eyes looked a little puffy. Like she’d been crying.

His stomach shriveled, turning to dust inside his gut. He mentally replayed the last few hours, trying to find something he’d done wrong, something he’d said wrong, something that would make her cry. Nothing jumped out at him, but that meant diddly squat. He was an ass, and often didn’t see what he was doing until it was too late.

He wanted to ask what was wrong, apologize for whatever he’d done, but his mouth went dry, the words stuck on the back of his tongue. So, he just watched her and waited.

The cool air in the room turned heavy with tension, the weight pressing down on him like the pressure of deep water against his skin. He didn’t know how to fix this, how to make it better.

And then she smiled at him, and he could breathe again. A thousand pounds of pressure shifted inside him, making him feel lighter than the air around them. He sank back against the mattress, his muscles, which he hadn’t even noticed tightening, relaxing.