Page 97 of Some Like It Hot

“You feel so fucking fantastic, baby.”

As I slam into him over and over, I stare down at him, in awe that we got here. That I get to be with him, however brief.

“I’m close,” I warn him through gritted teeth. “Holy fuck, you’re just…”

His hands grip my ass and he squeezes, his gaze earnest. “Let me see you come. Drive it deep and just fucking let go.”

I couldn’t resist it if I tried.

My balls tense and I break hard, a moan tearing from my lips as he encourages me, raising his hips.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs. “Inside and out.”

I’ve never been called beautiful before and it makes me feel…everything. My body is still spasming, buried to the hilt in his ass, and our gazes are locked, the connection intense, undeniable.

Finally, I ease up and pause, dropping my gaze to his dick while I drag in some much needed air. I feel fucking vulnerable all of a sudden, and I don’t want to show him that.

I pull out and toss the condom on the nightstand while I collapse beside him.

He turns to kiss me, but I ignore the quest, and instead shift down a little so I can study his dick.

“You don’t have to?—

He starts to speak, then immediately cuts off when I cover him with my mouth.

“Forget what I just said. Yes, you have to,” he says.

I chuckle, lips vibrating on his warm skin. That sounds more like Simon.

Working him with my mouth and hand, I cup his balls and ease a finger into his ass.

“Too much,” he pants. “Got to come.”

I don’t stop. Instead, I take him deep and open my throat.

When he moans, his hot cum lands in the back of my mouth, and I swallow all his salty pleasure.

Easing off, I wipe my bottom lip and smile up at him over his dick, flicking my tongue over the last bit of moisture pooling on his head.

“That was embarrassingly fast,” he says.

“My fault,” I say with a grin.

He nods. “Yes. It absolutely fucking was your fault. Brutal tease. I loved it.”

That makes me laugh. Happy and satisfied, I withdraw my finger and lay down beside him. This time when he tries to kiss me, I lean in, giving him a deep kiss.

“Do you need anything?” I ask him. “I can go get some water.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t you dare leave this bed. I don’t need anything. Just you,” he says simply.

“Works for me.” I stretch and turn the lamp off.

Simon closes his eyes and lightly runs his fingers over my chest. “I’m wondering something.”

“What are you wondering about?” I ask as I pull the comforter up and over our sweaty bodies.

“Dogs,” he murmurs, half-asleep.

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