Page 61 of Finding Emotion

She took it from him, rolling it on with an extra squeeze.

His head fell back against the wall as he panted through it. “Don’t play with him, Skylar. I already want you too much.”

She held him steady as she lowered to take him inside herself. Her arms wound around his neck as she lifted and lowered, the slickness of her increasing the pace. His mouth closed around her nipple again, and it felt good, just like him being hot and hard inside her should have, only she’d gotten too fucking wet.

“Don’t hold out for me,” she told him, working herself over him a little faster.

His head tipped back, the pulsing heartbeat in his neck wild as he stared at her. She squeezed on her next downward thrust, making him pant. “Wh-what are you saying?” His hands grabbed her hips, stilling her with him buried to the hilt.

She shrugged. “Two orgasms seem to be it for tonight. It happens sometimes.” She bit her lip. “Sorry, I’m not one to fake it.”

“I don’t want you to fake an orgasm.” Creases raised on his forehead as the adorable man tried to think. “We should stop then.”

“Don’t be a saint.” She rolled her eyes, clenching her muscles again and watching the flush move through him as he tried to endure. “You got me there already, Damon. I want you to enjoy it.”

He shook his head. “Not without you. The G-spot does it for you. This angle isn’t right. Lean back.”

She shook her head. “I got too into it.”

“Fuck.” He thrust into her before he controlled it with a shudder. “Sorry. I liked hearing that. I’m feeling a little possessive.”

“Possessive?” The idea of it sent a zing through her. Damn, she liked that.

“Let’s try something.” Damon pulled her tight and rolled on top of her.

After…after what had happened, Skylar was always on top. Her hands clutched at his shoulders in fear of the panic that was sure to come. Only it didn’t. Damon’s body was touching every inch of hers, and all she felt was that spreading ache and heat in her chest.

He stared down into her eyes. “Okay?”

“Yeah.” Her breath shuddered as the tension left her. She wrapped her arms around his back. “Wanting to plunge deep?” She started to shift her legs wider so he could go for it.

Damon used his hands to close her thighs instead, his thrust following and bringing sudden sparks.

Skylar clung to him as her body woke the hell up.

“Did I get it?” Damon groaned, his body shaking as he held himself still.

Her hands shifted to his ass, wanting another stroke, but her mouth had gone too dry to say the words. She tried to arch into him, but Damon had control. He shuddered under her movement, but didn’t plunge into her like she needed.

“I need some feedback here, Skylar.” He searched her eyes. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” Skylar managed to say. She dragged his face down to take his mouth, thrusting her tongue inside as he finally moved for real.

Every stroke worked over exactly what she needed. She made one of those mewling sounds she hated, which broke the kiss and released her voice. The ‘yes’ was easier now, and she chanted it as her body wound tighter and tighter. Damon cried out, his hips erratic as he thrust.

Skylar screamed from the intensity of the orgasm that ripped through her, her nails digging into his shoulders as she held him to her, needing that contact to find her way back. Her whole body was twitching in a bizarre way as he held her tight in return, his weight collapsing against her.

Their heartbeats pounded together as they tried to catch their breath.

Damon slipped out of her as he rolled them so she could be on top. She’d turned into fucking putty, she realized, her limbs loose and kind of melty. She snuggled her face into his neck, breathing him in like a craving.

Her eyes popped open, but her body was too mellow to gather any tension at all, even before his hands began massaging her back.

Skylar thought she should say something, but the first thing that came to mind, gratitude, seemed stupid. She’d failed to orgasm quite a bit since the incident and always chalked it up to a learning curve. Every guy she’d been fucking that she’d told to come anyway had just, well, come. Pretty quickly, too, which had made her feel superior and in control.

She hadn’t been in control of this last orgasm. Not at all. It was hard to mind, not when she felt so good.

“I hadn’t tried that position,” she admitted.

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