Electric sparks shoot through my balls all the way through my dick and into Diana.
When she comes, she milks me, prolonging my orgasm.
And I swear to God…
Swear to fucking God…
It’s the best climax of my life.
I’ve completely gone over the edge, and when the pulses finally subside, I realize that my eyes are closed. That I didn’t look into her eyes as we came together.
I missed it.
I missed the connection.
It shouldn’t bother me, but it does.
That only means one thing.
I promised her only today… But we’re going to do this again.
Because I need to see Diana’s eyes as we come together.
I need that more than I’ve needed anything in a long time.
ChapterTwenty-Three
Diana
I can’t even think right now.
The sweet pink haze of my orgasm surrounds me, and I feel like I’m imploding inside a cloud.
Dragon’s eyes are closed, but as I look at his face, I see something.
Is it a bit of light in his usual darkness?
A bit of peace in his usual chaos?
If I could do that for him, this was time well spent.
But it wasn’t altruistic on my part.
My God, I wanted this. I wanted it more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. More than the dream job I start tomorrow, which until last night was the only thing I truly cared about.
And that is a scary thing indeed.
He doesn’t make any move to pull out, so I keep my legs wrapped around him, slide my hands up his back, massage small circles into his shoulders.
For a moment—a blissful moment—I imagine that we’re together. That he wasn’t arrested for solicitation last night. That we’re something more than roommates.
We’re different as night and day, so that will never happen.
There’s certainly no future for Dragon and me.
Besides, I got what I was after.
I let myself dive into his darkness, and now that it’s over, I find I’m not gasping for air.