Page 84 of The Perfect Mistake

“That’s it,” he mutters. His fingertips dig into my flesh, helping to slow my descent. I lower another two inches, and the stretch turns delicious. “You feel so good.”

He groans when I sink all the way to the hilt. The feeling of fullness is overwhelming. I don’t know how I’m going to move.

Alec’s face is still etched with pleasure-pain, and I can’t look away from him, from the expression on his face and his body beneath mine.

“How does that feel?” he asks. His right hand moves to where we’re joined, and he starts rubbing circles around my clit.

My breathing quickens. “You’re big, you know.”

“Hmm.” There’s a flash of humor in his eyes that tells me he does know. “That’s why I wanted you to pace yourself.”

I brace my hands on his chest and try rolling my hips. Lifting them up and down or shifting them forward, and the pleasure starts to build from the friction.

His finger is still rubbing my clit, as the other hand reaches up to tweak my nipple. The combination has sensations washing over me, heightening them all, until I’m back at the edge. Feeling as I did in his bathroom when he went down on me.

“That’s it,” he mutters. His voice is raspy and deep, and I close my eyes, focusing on it and the feelings. “You look so good, sweetheart. So good at riding me. And fuck you’re so pretty. Too pretty, it hurts to look at you, but I can’t look away. That’s it, Isa… that’s it. You feel so good, too good. I need to feel it when you come around me.”

I do.

The orgasm sweeps over me and through me, my hips stuttering in their movements, my hands on his chest turning into claws. My body is in tremors. It’s just like earlier in the week, but stronger.

I didn’t think it could be.

Alec’s hands stroke up my back. He’s still rock hard inside me, but the hand smoothing over my skin is soft.

“Well done,” he murmurs. “You’re so pretty when you come for me.”

The praise sends warmth through my system. I kiss his chest and slowly straighten out, still straddling him. “I didn’t think I could do that.”

“You can do anything,” he says. But the pleasure-pain on his face has heightened, and he looks tenser than I’ve ever seen him. Tendons stick out in his neck.

He’s right at the edge himself.

I run my nails down his chest again, and he shudders. “Turn me over,” I say.

His hands tighten their grips on my hips. “It’ll be hard,” he warns.

“I’m tougher than I look.”

Alec flips us over. He stays inside me the whole time, and as soon as I’m on my back, he starts to move. Hard. Fast. He gets deeper like this, so deep, thrusting rapidly.

I wrap my legs around him. He groans, gripping my thigh and pulling it even tighter around his waist. Brown hair hangs over his forehead as he stares at my body, at the way he’s moving inside me, and his eyes are dark with lust.

I’ve never seen a hotter sight.

My hands rake over his back, and he leans down onto his forearms, our chests pressing together. He’s heavy and warm, and I love it.

I can’t think around the hard tempo he’s set.

The sound of his loud groans vibrates through his chest and into my body. Alec thrusts one more time, and then he comes, his hips sharp against mine.

He collapses on top of me and remains still, his weight crushing me into the mattress in the best possible way. We’re both breathing fast. I run my hands over his back, my fingers kneading into the muscles of his shoulders.

We lay there for a few long moments.

He pushes up with a low moan and reaches down, grabbing the condom at his base before pulling out. It makes me wince a little. He notices, and gives me a wry smile.

I smile back at him and turn onto my stomach, watching him tie off the condom and throw it into the trash in my bathroom. I feel boneless and light with pleasure, and a bit drunk on emotions, and I really don’t want him to leave right away.

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