Page 215 of Smooth Sailing

“Yes, I am totally fucked out,” I answered. “And seeing as that’s all your fault, if you’re in the mood to bang me again, you have to do all the work.”

“Like I don’t do most of it already,” he teased.

“You will note that earlier, I tried to take control, you just didn’t let me.”

His hands were moving on me, and as ever, my body was reacting.

“I did notice something like that,” he muttered on a sly grin.

“How could you miss it? I practically fell off the bed twice.”

He dipped his head and said to the skin on my chest, “Definitely noticed that.” He trailed his mouth to my nipple. “Not where I wanted you.”

“Well, you did something about it,” I returned, going for fake-irritably, and failing since it came out all breathy.

He flicked my nipple with his tongue.

My clit contracted.

It was like he knew it, because one roaming hand glided over my hip and in, and when I said “in” I meant “in.”

I mewed and ran my nails lightly up his spine.

“Always so fuckin’ wet for me,” he said against my nipple, before he sucked it between his lips.

I fisted a hand in his hair and arched into his mouth.

He paid attention to my nipples (both of them) and my clit, until I was writhing under him and pumping my hips into his hand.

Hugger brought his mouth to mine.

“You on the pill?” he asked.

“No.”

“You gonna get on the pill?” he pressed.

“Yeah.”

“Both of us tested, ASAP. Get on that.”

“Okay, honey.”

I thought he’d reach for a condom.

He didn’t.

He slid down my body, threw my legs over his shoulders and went down on me.

I came against his mouth, and I came again a little while later around his cock.

It was then, something else was official.

I was fucked out and orgasmed out.

I had no idea either could happen, but there I was.

I’d also found my man.

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