Page 67 of Safe With Me

Mike stood by the edge of the bed, a wicked grin on his soaked lips as he unbuckled his jeans.

“You’re gorgeous when you come,” he said, fishing out his wallet before letting his jeans pool at his ankles, followed by his boxers.

I rolled up to sit as I took in Mike’s naked body, trailing my eyes down every hard muscle and ridge until they settled on his cock, long and hard and huge enough to make my legs squeeze together on instinct. My core was still sensitive but already tingling for more as he climbed back on top of me.

“Is this okay?” he asked, sifting a foil packet between his fingers.

“Is that even a question?” I said, still breathless.

“Of course it’s a question. I’d never push you.”

I sat up and unhooked my bra, holding Mike’s hooded eyes as I let it drop off my shoulders. I snatched the condom from his hand and tore it open.

“You’re not pushing me,” I said, smiling when he jerked against my fingers as I rolled it on. “I said give me all of you, didn’t I?”

“You did,” he said, grinning as he flipped us over.

“Ride me.” He coasted his hands down my chest and cupped my breasts. “I want to watch you take me and see your face when I make you come again.”

He grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me, hungry and slow as I scooted down, taking him in my hands as I guided him inside.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured against my lips as we started to move, rocking back and forth as I dug my nails into his back.

“So good. I’ve wanted you for so long,” He jutted his hips off the bed, the deep angle and new friction already setting off sparks in the lower half of my body.

“I’ve got you, baby. I won’t let anyone hurt you,” he murmured against my lips as we picked up the pace. Mike’s promise brought out a new desperation in both of us as he dug his fingers into my hips, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, my only words in reply pleas of faster and deeper.

“Fuck, I feel you.” He dropped his head to my chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth as we moved faster, the fullness a mix of white-hot pleasure and sharp pain, but I never wanted to stop. I grabbed on to the headboard so I could thrust harder.

“There’s my girl.” He slipped a hand between us and circled my clit. “So fucking hot and wet. You love this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I squeaked out, no air in my lungs to form any words as Mike played my body perfectly.

“Be a good girl and come for me. Shit, just like that.”

My orgasm hit me hard as I clutched the headboard with both hands, riding out the tremors ricocheting down my legs when Mike flipped us over again, my body still shaking.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he grunted out, plowing into me as he snaked a hand under my back, bringing me closer as he pulsed inside me.

We both collapsed against the mattress with a loud squeak. He drew me into his side as I pressed my hand against his sweaty chest, trying to suck in enough air to calm my racing pulse.

“You have a mouth on you, Officer Russo,” I mumbled into the pillow.

He laughed, his chest rumbling against my palm.

“You did say not to hold back,” he said, bringing his knuckle under my chin to draw me in for a soft, sweet kiss.

“Tell me what’s on your mind,” he said, running the tip of his finger up and down my back.

“A lot.” I peered up at him. “But I’ll confess something to you.” I propped my elbow on his chest.

“What’s that?” He squinted at me as he settled onto his side.

“Before I saw that…” I trailed off, flicking my eyes toward the window, where my damaged car was parked. “I was dreading how I’d screw everything up if I told you how I felt about you and you didn’t feel the same way.”

He reared back, the corner of his mouth tipping up. “And you really thought there was a chance I didn’t?”

“I was afraid I’d lose you if I was wrong. I mean, I bought three hundred dollars’ worth of extra furniture to give me enough time to figure out what to say.”

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