The hand on my breast traveled south, but instead of anchoring on my other hip like its partner, two fingers were shoved roughly inside me, curling just right so that I saw stars.
A strangled cry left my lips, and I fought the wave rising inside me.
Between my thighs, he growled as those fingers pressed some magic button inside me, not relenting for one second. “Come on, love, let me hear you fall apart.”
My body was his to command, and without delay, I flew over the edge.
“Oh my God. Holy shiiiiiiiiit.” I couldn’t help it, even as he chuckled at my vocal response. But it had never been like this before. I’d never lost control—or rather, let my guard down enough to hand over control to another human being. He brought something out in me I hadn’t knownexisted. And if I was being honest, I kinda liked it. It was liberating to know he would take care of me, which was crazy because I barely knew him.
“Fucking perfection,” he whispered against my skin, peppering kisses along my inner thighs as I came down from the intense high.
My eyes were tightly shut, tears leaking from the corners due to the intensity of my climax. Fingers trailed a path up my sides until a hand cupped my face and turned it to the side. My heart was still hammering inside my chest, my breathing uneven, but I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the night wasn’t over yet. I was currently sitting at two on the orgasm counter while he rested at zero.
I wasn’t sure I could survive another. Maybe we could find a way where he got off and I didn’t. He had to be ready to blow after holding back for so long, right?
Lips brushed softly against mine. “You okay?”
I swallowed and managed to nod. “Barely,” I breathed out. Still in disbelief of his physical prowess, I asked, “Did you take, like, a class or something?”
His hearty laughter warmed my soul as his thumb stroked over my cheek. “You’re incredible, you know that? Beautiful, funny, intelligent from what I can tell, and sexually responsive in a way men dream about. The total package.”
My heart sank. There was one man who hadn’t seen all those things. And I hated how he’d worked himself into this perfect moment.
When my lip trembled, concern filled his voice. “Shit. What did I say?”
I shook my head slightly, trying to turn away, but his hold on my face wouldn’t allow it.
“It’s nothing,” I whispered.
His sigh was so heavy that his chest brushed against my side. “The douche?”
I nodded, scrunching up my nose, trying to stave off the tears.
“Let me guess. He couldn’t see the good thing standing right in front of him.”
My eyes flew open, and the green ones staring back at me were full of compassion.
“Something like that,” I muttered.
His lips pulled inward in thought. “Hmm. Then I guess there’s only one thing we can do.”
Confused, my brows drew down. “What’s that?”
“Fuck the memory of him away.”
He said it with such a straight face that I burst out laughing, and he smiled in response.
Brushing away the tears from a mixture of ecstasy and heartbreak, he said, “I’d rather hear you scream than see you cry.”
I leaned into his hand. “How can I argue with that?”
“You can’t.” He gave me a roguish grin.
Sitting up suddenly, he grasped my hand. When he tried to tug me to sit beside him, my limp body wouldn’t obey. It was as if I was weighed down, sluggish after the pleasure he’d wrung from me only moments ago.
“Up you go,” he commanded, maneuvering my body until I sat across his lap.
His relentless erection was trapped between my ass and his thighs, and I couldn’t help but wiggle against it. A groan rumbled through his chest, vibrating against mine. Moving and bending my limbs to his will, eventually, he had me situated, straddling his lap, his length resting between our stomachs.
