Page 92 of Going All In

He plunged one finger inside her, and then another, stretching her as he pumped his fingers in and out of her body, his tongue still tormenting her clit.

“Oh sweet God. Oh. Please. Yes. Don’t stop. So close,” she muttered, thrashing her head from side to side on the pillow.

Then her body tensed—thank fucking god, because he was barely holding on—and she came with a shout.

“Jake,” she whispered, her voice scratched along every nerve ending in his body. She shuddered beneath him as he kissed his way back up her body, shifting away when he tried to take her nipple into his mouth.

“Too much,” she said, pulling him the rest of the way up her body. “I need you, Jake. I need you so much,” she said, cupping his face as she held his gaze.

Her light green eyes looked sparkling gray in the minimal light coming in through the curtains. Her pupils were large, and if he flipped on the light, he knew her cheeks would be pink. She was so damn beautiful. Sometimes it took his breath away.

It didn’t matter what state she was in. Made up for a date, decked out in his jersey and minimal makeup, hair piled up on her head in a loose bun with a pen sticking out of the top, covered in burnt coffee stains from work, pink cheeks early in the morning while she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, or like now, hazy from an orgasm.

He wanted her in every way. And he had never—never—wanted anyone like that. But it didn’t scare him anymore. The words I love you rested on the tip of his lips.

“Fucking hell, you’re too good at that,” she said, cutting off any declaration he might’ve made. Not that he was fully sure he wanted to make it yet.

“Guess you bring it out in me,” he said, pushing aside anything sappy and getting back in the moment.

“Now I need you in me,” she said, her fingers curling around his cock. He groaned when she lightly squeezed him and shuttled her hand slowly up and down his hard length.

Sappy words were for another time. He would pour everything he had into making love to her. Because that’s exactly what this was—at least for him.

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