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“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned. “You’re so warm. You feel so fucking good I’m scared to move.”
But we both needed it. On instinct rather than instruction, I raised my hips. He pulled his back but then quickly chased mine back down, filling me again. Every withdrawal from my body left me empty. Every push back inside filled the void deliciously, until he was sliding in and out of me at pace, my body claiming a connection with his, just as much as he sought that connection with mine.
He dropped down onto his forearms, eliminating the space between us. His chest pressed against my tits, and I stopped worrying about the way they didn’t sit high and tight. They flopped out to the sides in a way that seemed incredibly unattractive to me.
But with his lips on mine, his cock buried deep inside me, there was no room for worrying about what I looked like to him. The groans he made, the way his body guided my legs wider so he could go deeper, the feel of hismouth on my skin, all told me Whip was as into this as I was.
And when he braced all of his weight on one arm and used the other to find a space between us so he could touch my clit, the room around me spun.
The orgasm built from somewhere deep within me. From a place I’d never felt before because I had never taken the time in building myself up the way Whip’s touch did. When I made myself come it was never with slow, deliberate thrusts like Whip gave me now. I never rubbed my clit with a teasing touch, backing off when the orgasm got close, giving my body a break. I went hell for leather, coming the only goal.
But Whip let my orgasm grow gradually, working every inch of me, switching between kisses and licking, fast thrusts then slow, expertly watching me, feeling me, drawing it out until the orgasm was so blindingly close I couldn’t take another second.
“Whip!” I screamed.
He slammed in hard, one final thrust where he bottomed out, his pelvic bone pressing right where I needed him.
And I fell over the edge into an abyss of light and color. Sparks flew behind my eyes, and my body exploded into points of pleasure that spread across every inch of skin and muscle.
I moaned again, the orgasm working its way through my entire body, not just the spot between my legs.
I trembled beneath him, and when I finally opened my eyes, I realized he was shaking too.
“Did you…?” I whispered.
He chuckled. “Fuck yes. You didn’t notice?”
I shook my head. I don’t know how he expected me to notice anything when I’d just had an orgasm like nothing I’d ever experienced before. My entire body tingled, and even if a fire lit up around us, I was quite positive I wouldn’t be able to move.
I would just have to lie there and let it take me.
In much the same way Whip just had.
I didn’t want him to get off me. His weight covering mine was addictive, even though we were both hot and sweaty. I had no idea how much time had passed since he’d found me in the shower, but it felt like nothing and hours all at once.
He pulled out, taking off the condom and tying a knot in the end before padding into the bathroom to dispose of it.
My heart fell, watching him walk away.
Because I knew what happened next.
The real world came crashing back in. The one where this wasn’t a man who wanted to be with me. But one I was paying for the privilege of his time.
He’d pull his clothes on, take his money, and leave. His job finally complete.
And that felt like shit.
But when he came back into the room, it was with a warm, wet washcloth. I blinked in surprise when he ran it all over my body, cleaning me off, wiping away the remnants of hot, sticky sex.
Taking care of me.
“You don’t have to do that,” I whispered.
“I want to.”
I couldn’t argue with that.
He wiped the cloth gently between my legs, a look of concern passing over his expression. “Are you sore?”
