Page 84 of Fractured Rhythm

My muscles were so tight, and I held my breath as he moved inside of me. All of my concentration focused on the spot where we were joined. And then I couldn’t take the pressure any longer and my orgasm flooded my body as I cried out.

I fell forward onto his chest, my breathing ragged, as the aftershocks coursed through me.

His thumb left my overly sensitive clit, and he trailed his hand up my spine. His touch tickled my fevered flesh, and I shifted under his fingers, a soft moan escaping my lips.

I was useless as he slowly moved his cock in and out of my body. I lifted my head from his chest and stared into his desire-filled blue eyes, getting lost in their depths as he cupped my face in his hands.

“You feel fucking amazing. I can never get enough of you,” he gritted out as he rocked his hips against mine.

“We’re not done yet. We never will be,” I said.

His smile at my words was heart-stopping, and I sucked in a breath.

“I love you so much, Cas. So fucking much,” he whispered, pressing his lips to mine in a soft kiss.

Before he could deepen the kiss, I broke free and sat up, slowly dragging my body up and down his hard cock. He gripped my hips, thrusting into me, and I squeezed around him, loving the harsh breaths coming from his mouth. His need for me had always matched mine for him.

My body tightened. Oh my god. I was going to come again.

“Come with me,” he said, his gaze locked on mine as I lifted and lowered my hips, and he chased my every move with his body.

“I’m so close again,” I moaned when he shifted his hips for a better angle.

“Yes,” he groaned, still pumping his hips.

Then, before I could say another word, I came. A few thrusts later, Bash followed me over the edge.

I collapsed to his chest, my face tucked into the spot above his shoulder. Neither of us could move as we tried to catch our breaths. I turned my head to face him as he shifted to look at me.

“I love you,” I said softly.

“Do you love me or the three orgasms I just gave you?” he said with a smirk.

I wanted to swat his chest, but all my limbs felt like they weighed a hundred pounds each, so I settled for a huff of indignation, which came out like a breathy moan.

“Probably the multiple orgasms,” I teased, and then I squawked when he reached down and pinched my ass. “Hey,” I protested.

“I’ll make it feel all better,” he said.

“Maybe later. I can’t move.”

After a few minutes, we both regained enough strength to clean up in the bathroom before we climbed back into bed. This time we made it under the covers. He tucked me into his side, his hand moving up and down my spine as if he couldn’t stop touching me. I placed my hand on his chest, over his heart, and lifted my head to look at him.

“Definitely the orgasms,” I said with as much of a grin as I could muster in my still weakened state.

He laughed and shook his head. “Guess we’ll have to work on getting you to appreciate my other finer qualities.”

“Oh, I like your guitar playing. Ooh, and I like your mother.”

He winced. “Maybe don’t bring up my mother when we’re naked in bed.”

This time I did muster the strength to swat his chest. “That’s so wrong.”

“You started it. Now let’s get back to discussing all the reasons you love me,” he said, grinning again.

“Too tired. But I do love you. More than anything,” I whispered before I pressed my cheek against his chest and drifted off to sleep.

I defied anyone to stay awake after three mind-melting orgasms.

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