Page 18 of Come Back to Me

I won’t last much longer. The sensations are building, and I’m moments from spilling inside her. But I don’t want to be the only one getting off tonight. All those dirty magazines I’ve kept hidden with tips on pleasuring a woman are finally coming in handy.

Sliding a hand in between us, I drag a finger over her bud, and she whimpers.

I press my forehead against hers and whisper, “Does this feel good, Sugar?”

“Don’t ever stop touching me, Leo,” she demands breathlessly.

Hoisting myself higher above her, I plunge into her harder while my fingertip rubs circles over her clit. Our kissing becomes sloppy the closer we get to finishing.

When my name releases quietly like a strangled cry from her throat, I give into my own pleasure. My cock throbs and surges. And as tough as it is, I pull out of her just in time, spilling myself on the blanket beneath us.

We crash together, our sweaty chests colliding. Our breathing is rapid, and our hearts pound rhythmically. I press my lips to hers and give her a gentle kiss before lifting my head and gazing down at her. Her pupils are dilated, and her eyes are wet. But she gives me a weak smile.

After such a mind-blowing experience, I’m almost afraid to ask. But I do. “You okay, Darlin’?”

She nods but bites her lower lip.

“Did it hurt?”

“A little,” she answers honestly, and my stomach rolls in response. “But it also felt…good. Especially at the end.” Her smile widens and eases my worries some.

“Well, all right.” My lips pull into a smile as my assurance builds. I kiss the tip of her nose, and her eyes flutter shut. “I promise it will be even better next time.”

“Next time? Well, isn’t someone confident?” She grins.

I know she’s teasing, but it doesn’t stop my gut from tightening. “Hopefully, I’m not being presumptuous?”

She cups my cheek in her palm and gazes at me adoringly. “I can’t wait for next time.”

I flash her what I know is a goofy smile. “Yeah? How ’bout right now?”

She shoves me in the chest playfully, exhaling a laugh.

“I’m kiddin’,” I say, squeezing her to me tightly.

“I think I might need at least a day to recover. Then let’s try again.”

“I’ll be counting down the minutes.”

She shoves me away, rolling her eyes playfully.

Cleanup afterward is messy. There’s no running water in the cabin. We both pee in the toilet without flushing. I use my shirt to wipe up the mess on the blanket and discard it in the corner of the bedroom.

Once we’ve dressed in our undergarments and blown out the candles, we lie down on the blanket again and tug another one over us. I wrap my arm around her and pull her into me. When she rests her cheek on my bare chest, it feels as if we’ve done this a million times before. It’s comfortable. Being with Giana makes me feel complete somehow. Like she’s the missing limb I didn’t even know I’d been missing until now.

The cabin is quiet, and a chill seeps in through the wood floor beneath us. The full moon shines a stream of light throughthe window. I’m almost afraid to move, to talk, to breathe. Worried something will ruin this perfect moment. This perfect night.

But when she curls her body into me, bringing herself even closer, I squeeze her against me tighter.

“Leo?” she whispers while she traces a finger over my abs and elicits a shiver from me. “Can you promise me something?”

At this moment, I would promise her anything. I press a kiss on her forehead. “Anything, Sugar.”

She shifts and props her chin on my chest. There’s a seriousness conveyed in her eyes as she peers at me, and it causes me to hold my breath. “Let’s not ruin the summer by talking about the end of it. Let’s only focus on the here and now.”

I furrow my brows, concern filling me. I rub my thumb against her bare arm. Why is she saying this now? When we’ve just had sex. When the summer is only just beginning.

“But—”

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