The way she saysfullmakes me shiver. “Keep communicating with me. And if you change your mind—”
“I know.” She smiles at me over her shoulder. “I trust you.”
That unleashes an avalanche of emotion in me, but despite our agreement, I can’t confess what’s on the tip of my tongue.Instead, I tell her how beautiful she is and how well she’s taking my fingers, how good I’m going to make her feel, and how hard I’m going to come in her ass. I say a lot of filthy shit I’d never allow myself to utter if it weren’t for the words I’m trying desperately to hold back.
But Valencia is undaunted. She moans and sighs, and responds with her own dirty talk. Yes, I make her feel good, and yes, she can’t wait for me to shoot my load in her ass. Her words:shoot your load. When I ask if she’s a dirty girl and she says, “Only foryou,” I nearly explode right then and there.
Finally, we agree she’s ready. I lube up my cock and position it at her rear entrance. She breathes through the stretch, and when I finally sink inside, it’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt. Tight, and hot, andtrusting.
God, she fuckingtrustsme.
Last night, with the blindfold, it felt like she did, but hearing her say it, while doingthis... it floors me.
Her trust makes it easy to be gentle, but when she demands more, my control snaps. Her mewling cries spur me on as I pound into her, but it’s not enough. I need to see her face.
I pull out and flip her onto her back.
“Hold these,” I growl, shoving her knees up. I’m absolutely feral with the need to make her come.
She complies, spreading herself wide. I pour more lube over both of us, dimly grateful that she laid towels on the bedbefore we began. But then I’m pushing into her again, and I can’t think about anything else but our bodies. I plant one hand on her belly, swirling circles over her clit with my thumb while I pump into her. Everything is hot and intense and wet andfuck, she feels so good, but then she’s shouting—
“Gideon, I’m coming!”
And shedoes.
And thenIdo, rutting like an animal while fire races through my veins, magnified by the plug in my ass. I spurt inside her, then fall to my knees to watch it dripping out of her.
Or maybe my legs buckled. I can’t tell.
I’m breathing hard, the way I do after outracing my demons on the treadmill. But my mind is at peace in a way I’ve never felt before.
“Are you okay?” My throat feels raw. She’s blinking dazedly at the ceiling but shifts her gaze to focus on me.
“I ...” She clears her throat. “I think I had an out-of-body experience.”
I huff out a weary laugh. “I think I did, too.”
“Does it ...?” Her question is slow and uncertain. “Does anal always feels like that, or was this ...?”
The thought goes unfinished, but I know what she means. Was this special? Was this justus?
“It doesn’t always feel like that.” There’s gravel in my voice, like this is a confession, or a declaration.
Maybe she has some inkling of that, because she doesn’t say anything else, until, “Come here.”
My limbs feel heavy as I climb onto the bed. She helps me remove my plug, then cuddles against my side with her head on my chest.
Me? I still can’t catch my breath. This woman is the stuff of dreams. But she’sreal. Real, and right here with me.
For three more days.
I put that out of my mind, because as explosive as tonight has been, there’s something I’m looking forward to even more.
Sleeping with Valencia in my bed.
We shower together, then slide under the covers, naked, warm, and drowsy. I curl around her and press my face into her neck, breathing the scent of her coconut shampoo deep into my lungs.
It’sheaven.
