Page 92 of Crazy Imperfect Hearts

She doesn’t fight me, and exhales another moan when I insert two fingers and crook them inside her. Her breathing is heavy and labored. Gentle high-pitched squeaks come out with every breath, driving my desire to achieve what has proved to be a near-impossible goal.

I can’t help but scratch my own itch at the same time, rubbing my cock against her leg as I enjoy the soft noises escaping her.

And as her body writhes, her noises amplify, and her breathing quickens, I realize it might not be so impossible after all. When I think she could be on the precipice, I don’t change a single goddamn thing I’m doing. All my motions remain the same. The way my thumb rhythmically circles her clit. How my fingers concentrate on one spot within her. I’m afraid if I change one miniscule thing, move one single iota, I’ll break the pattern and pull her out of where she is. Because if I’m not mistaken, she’s exactly where she needs to be.

Confirmation comes when her body seems to tighten, and her eyes fly open, capturing mine. My heart sinks, expecting her to tell me not to bother. That despite my efforts, there’s no way she’s getting there.

Miraculously though, that doesn’t happen. I keep up those efforts, because I can see the surprise in her eyes even before I hear the keening in her voice.

“Oh… ahhh… oh, my god… ahhh!”

I can’t tear my eyes from her face as she comes apart right before me. Sensationally. Magnificently. Phenomenally.

Holy shit, I’ve never seen such a sight.

I swear her orgasm lasts ten seconds. Maybe twenty. I don’t change a goddamn thing I’m doing the entire time. Not even when my balls tighten up and I swear I’m about to explode.

“Lucas… ahhh!”

That’s it. I’m fucking toast. Hearing her shout my name has me jizzing all over her hip as I join her in the last few moments of her orgasm.

I remove my cramped fingers and drop onto my back next to her, amazed at what just happened.

She’s breathing heavily. I listen as it calms, then turn and wait for her eyes to open again.

When they do, her cheeks flush. “Oh my god, I just—”

“Yeah you did. Spectacularly, I might add.” I laugh out loud. “So spectacularly, in fact, that I did too.”

Her eyes widen and a hand flies to her mouth. “Seriously?” She belts out a sigh. “Thank god, because I thought I might have wet myself.”

Now I’m laughing even harder. Her amazing giggles join in.

When we settle, she stares at the ceiling. “That was… wow. I mean, I’ve been super horny lately, but I still didn’t actually expect it to happen. But once it started, unlike all the other times, it was like a freight train I had no chance of stopping.” She looks around. “Did we really keep the lights on?”

I chuckle. “You were a woman on a mission.” I hop off the bed. “Be right back.”

I go into the bathroom and get some tissues. Back at the bed, I’m wiping my jizz off her thigh when she squirms. I raise a brow at her.

“Sorry. You touching me there is getting me all tingly again.”

I perk up, having thought that was it, that’s all there was. “Seriously?”

She nods, face reddening. “I just can’t seem to get, I don’t know, satisfied.”

I toss the tissues off the bed and spread her legs. “Challenge accepted.”

“You don’t think I could…” Her head shakes. “No way.”

I position myself between her legs and lower my head. “I think we’re about to find out.”

Not more than two minutes later, she’s coming again under the ministrations of my tongue. I reach up and play with a nipple, hoping it’ll prolong it. It does. And, holy shit, those noises. I’m already hard again.

Before she’s done quivering, I crawl up and hover over her. “Regan, can I…?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

I slip inside her, groaning as her last few pulses squeeze me. She’s slick and tight and warm. It’s the trifecta of perfection. Every man’s dream. And I’m able to enjoy it longer this time, having come not five minutes ago.

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