Page 85 of Pleasure Island
The need to come burned hot inside me. I fought it back, determined to feel her break beneath me first.
“Liam!”
She jerked against the hold I had on her wrists, and I let go, banding one arm around her while sliding my free hand between us and seeking out her clitoris.
She stiffened at the first stroke.
Cried out at the second.
By the third, I could feel her orgasm building, and she thrust up against me, her movements frenetic and urgent.
She came with a ragged cry that I swallowed down, greedy for more just like it.
My own orgasm built hard and fast after that, urged on by the press of her nails into my skin and the ragged rhythm of her hips as she moved under me.
I came hard, my cock jerking inside the snug grip of her pussy.
She curled her arms around me and hung on tight. We were both gasping for air as I sank down onto her, resting my head between her breasts.
Against my cheek, I could feel the ragged beat of her heart.
She shivered once, then curled her arm around my neck, her fingers teasing the hair at my nape.
“I missed you,” she said, her voice rough.
I caught her hand and dragged it to my lips. “I missed you too.”
There was probably more to be said, but right then, it seemed like we’d said enough. Rolling onto my side, I took her with me.
Mila curled into my body and reached for my hand, twining our fingers together.
It felt good.
It felt right.
