Page 82 of The One for Me
I force myself not to complain since the last time I did, he made me wait longer.
I don’t want to wait.
Thankfully, he doesn’t. He goes back in, licking harder, his tongue making circles that drive the build faster than he had before. It’s like a train, barreling toward me so fast that it won’t be able to stop before it runs me over.
My heart races, and every muscle in my body goes taught. Everything feels uncomfortable and twitchy before his finger slides deeply into me, and I fall apart.
I scream his name, back arching off the bed as I get swept away by the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt.
And then he’s over me, sliding into me, pushing at a pace that is hard and unrelenting. I love it. I love his power, his strength, and the fierce way he’s giving himself to me.
I take it, wanting him to give me everything he is.
“Sean!” I yell as he pounds harder.
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
“God, I need you,” he grunts.
“You have me.”
Sean grabs my hips and tilts my body so he can reach deeper. My fingers grip his shoulders, needing to hold on because I feel like I’m falling apart. It’s too much. The pressure, wild and chaotic, begins to build again.
“I can’t do this again.” My voice is strained as I fight off another orgasm. My body is already too spent. It’ll kill me.
He thrusts his hips forward harder as his finger finds my clit. “Yes, you can.”
The musky scent of our lovemaking fills the room, and he pushes harder. “Please, it’s too much.”
“It’s never enough, Devney. Never. I need you. Give yourself to me, let me catch you.”
The deep need in his voice has me relinquishing my tenuous control, and he increases the pressure and starts to move again.
One.
Two.
Three more pumps of his hips, and I’m gone. I fall apart, unable to hold on to reality any longer. My head thrashes from side to side, fingernails digging and scoring the flesh on his back, needing him to anchor me to this world.
Sean yells as he follows in his own release, and then he collapses on top of me, leaving us as a tangled mess of arms and legs and heavy breaths.
“That was . . .” I say as I pant.
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“It was.” Sean’s head turns to me as his hand finds its way to the tangle of hair at the nape of my neck. “I can’t let you go, Devney.”
I nestle into his chest as his arms tighten. “I don’t want you to.”
“Good.”
“We need sleep,” I tell him. “We have to be at Jasper’s in two hours.”
He releases a deep sigh, tucking us under the heavy blankets. “It’s been snowing for hours. There’s no chance they’re having it.”
