Page 40 of 7 Nights of Sin

"You okay?" he panted, pausing halfway.

I nodded. "Don't stop."

We'd come this far, and I wanted him. I could say it over and over again in my head. I fucking wanted him. I wanted him so damn bad.

Luckily, he listened and didn't stop, and soon enough all of him was sheathed inside of me. I could feel every rock hard inch, every vein as it pressed against my inner walls, and it was hard to lay still, so I squirmed under him, needing a second to adjust and catch my breath, but also wanting him to be fucking me already.

I didn't need to ask, though. After a quick breather, Kevin was moving.

He drew himself out of me slowly, and I nearly fell apart right then and there, just from the slow drag of that hardness against the most sensitive places in me.

I shuddered, and he held himself still for a second before pushing right back in, burying himself balls deep in one smooth thrust.

And that was the end of him holding back. He growled again, the sound low and primal in his throat, and then he was holding himself up over me with his hands, hips snapping forward and he fucked me, working himself into me again and again.

I braced my hands against his shoulders, needing something to hold onto while he drove into me.

It felt so fucking good.

All the times I'd fucked myself with toys or my fingers were nothing compared to how he made me feel in that moment. It was like fire, racing up my spine and spreading outward, dragging me down and keeping me constantly on edge.

He'd always been good in bed. He cared about his partner's pleasure as well as his own, and that made him a good lover. It was clear none of that had faded with time.

Kevin thrust into me again and again, and all I could was moan his name and try to hold on.

He kept asking me if it was good, if I liked it, if I wanted more, harder, faster, and I just gaped at him with my mouth half open, breathing hard and writhing.

He didn't seem to mind that I couldn't form an articulate sentence either way. He was preoccupied by swearing and getting close himself, and my fingers dug into his skin when he hit a good spot inside me, sending a violent shiver up my spine.

"There," I managed to gasp out. "Oh, fuck right there."

Kevin grinned down at me and did it again, hitting it harder this time. I nearly screamed from how good that was, and from then on, each thrust landed in that spot, making that heat inside me climb even higher.

It wasn't going to take long for me to fall apart like this.

Usually I needed some added stimulation, fingers or vibrations against my clit while something pushed inside of me, but this time there was no need for that.

Every nerve in my body was singing with pleasure, and I felt like I was drowning in it, but what a way to go, honestly. There was nothing I wanted more than for all that pleasure to break and consume me, to send me spiralling out of control on a wave of sensation.

I wasn't thinking about anything other than how fucking good it felt and how deep Kevin's cock was in me, and the way the bed creaked and groaned under us as he fucked me.

"I'm close," he bit out, teeth gritted.

That brought me back down to Earth a bit, and I opened my eyes to look at him. His face was flushed, and there was sweat on his brow, his hair a mess that just looked charming and good on him.

"Me too," I echoed, and it came out sounding as wrecked as I felt. "I'm so close."

Kevin nodded and kept working his hips, sending me higher and higher, and it was only a matter of seconds before I was going tight around him, body stiffening and tensing right before I nearly exploded, crying out his name and shaking as my orgasm washed over me in waves.

I fought to keep breathing, to hold on as Kevin fucked me through it, and it was only a matter of time before he was following me over the edge with a muted curse, hips snapping hard and then stilling as he found his release.

For long seconds, neither of us moved, and I felt Kevin's cock softening inside me before it slipped out. He sighed softly and then flopped to the side with a grin.

"That was fucking good," he murmured, and he sounded like a lazy, decadent prince who'd just gotten everything he wanted.

"It was okay," I murmured, but I knew I wasn't fooling anyone.

I laid there, staring at the ceiling, sweat cooling on my skin, until the gentle sound of Kevin's breathing evened out, and I knew he had fallen asleep.

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