Page 73 of The Woman with the Wallet

“One more,” he said when I came back down, gasping, trembling.

“I can’t,” I whimpered, my legs feeling like jelly, my whole body tender and shaky.

“Yes, you can,” he said, but there was something softer in his voice as he released my hair, letting me fall forward into the mattress before reaching for me, turning me onto my back, then coming over me.

His lips were on mine again.

But not so hungry.

Just hard and seeking, kissing me with an intensity that made it feel like he’d cracked open my chest, like he’d slipped inside.

Tears sprang up behind my closed lids as Miko started to move inside of me again.

They were long, unhurried thrusts as he kept kissing me, as the intimacy grew, becoming something beautiful—and terrifying.

It wasn’t long, though, before he had me so close again. My arms slid around him, holding on tight as my body moved with his.

His head shifted, breaking the kiss.

The disappointment was short-lived, though, as his lips went to my ear, his voice soft as his words only managed to drive me up as well.

“You feel so good taking me like this,” he murmured, his lips teasing the shell of my ear. “Fuck,” he groaned, voice getting strained. “That’s it,” he added as my whole body started to tremble as the orgasm started to crest. “Fuck, that’s a good girl.”

“Miko,” I gasped, clutching him, holding on tightly as the orgasm started, a deep, hard pulsation that spread outward to take over me completely.

Miko rocked with me then surged deep and came with me.

His weight pressed down on me after, something oddly comforting to my overwrought system, to my fragile emotions.

The aftershocks rolled through me as I held onto him. Partly to hold on to the intimacy. But also partly so he didn’t see the tear that slid down my cheek.

Because nothing had ever felt quite like that before.

Sex had only ever been, well, sex.

Just easy, mutual satisfaction.

Nothing more or less.

This was… something else entirely.

Even then, body spent, no more need to be found, that sensation of him in my chest persisted. And I wondered if he would always be there, if he maybe felt the same way.

It was my stupid stomach’s decision to growl right then that finally broke the spell between us.

Miko’s head turned, pressing a soft kiss to my jaw before pushing up and looking down at me, a sweet smile toying with his lips.

“Let’s get some food,” he said, even though I wasn’t sure I could force my body to move right then.

“Okay,” I agreed because, well, what else could I say?

That I wanted to stay like this with him for a few more minutes, hours, days?

No.

That was never going to work.

So when Miko went into the bathroom, I forced some life into my limbs, folded up, and slid off the bed.

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