Page 74 of Perfect Score

I follow his line of sight to find the deep veins and muscles of his forearm flex and strain as the fingers of his right hand sink into me.

“You like that, Zoe?” he asks, his finger hooking inside me and hitting that spot against my inner wall.

I nod, barely able to utter a single vowel, let alone a word.

“Take one more so I can finish you off,” he says, his voice low and gravelly.

I nod, and his third finger is there, stretching me wide. My legs fall farther apart to give him better access while he works my body like he knows every inch of it.

“Oh God…” I moan out.

I release his bicep and wrap my hand around the back of his neck. When I look up at him, he’s there, waiting for my mouth. He dips down and crushes his lips to mine. I can feel the need in his kiss.

Our mouths are desperate to meld together, our tongues entangling to taste one another.

I gasp into his mouth as his three fingers work me, and his thumb presses against my clit.

“Come, Zoe… I can already feel your sweet pussy gripping me,” he says, his left arm wrapping around my middle as though my legs might give out, and he’ll need to hold on to me so that I don’t sink under the water and drown. “Let go… I’ve got you, I swear.”

Hot heat bursts from my center. My body squeezes and pulsates as I come against Brent’s hand. I know if we were in bed, the sheets below us would be a wet mess.

My vision blacks out for a split second as my orgasm takes hold of me.

Brent kisses me over and over even though all I can do is breathe through it. Embracing the moment of coming with his hands between my thighs as he holds me against him.

I can’t remember a time I’ve come this hard.

I don’t remember a time I’ve felt this safe.

How does Brent have the ability to do this to me?

He’s gifted, that isn’t debatable, but it’s more than that for me. Sex has always been a little more than just the mechanics.

Sex has always had a mental element that needs to be met for me to get off.

What emotional currency does Brent have on me that made me come like that in his arms?

His kisses ease up as my body regains consciousness from the euphoria I just encountered.

“That was… unbelievable,” I tell him while I lay in his arms, the bathwater starting to cool too lukewarm.

I look down at our feet at the end of the tub lined up together.

“The sounds you make when you come are addictive. Any chance I can get you to make that the ringtone to my alarm clock?”

I laugh. “I don’t think so.”

His cock pulsates against me.

“Damn… I guess you’ll just have to let me keep doing that to you so I can keep hearing it,” he says, nipping at my ear.

He has to be hurting with how hard he is and after watching me come.

And now that I know how good my orgasms are with him, I can’t help but want another one.

I turn over in his arms.

It’s a little slippery, and I don’t want to hurt him by putting a knee where it doesn’t belong, but he holds on to me as I twist to keep me secure.

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