Page 556 of Rock Me All Night
"Don't stop," I breathe.
He grunts something totally incomprehensible. His lids are heavy. He's close. But he’s still so fucking attentive.
My sex clenches. Almost. The bare skin of his chest presses against my mine. I soak in every inch of him I have.
It blurs together, like beautiful music, until my entire existence is pleasure. My eyes roll back in my head. My lips part.
"Pete," I groan. I see white. The entire world is this lovely shade of white, nothing but the blinding light of bliss as my sex clenches tighter and tighter and tighter.
One more thrust and all that tension unwinds. It spills through me. My sex pulses around him, pulling him closer.
"Pete," I groan it again. Again. Again.
He brings his hand to my chest and toys with my nipples.
Pleasure shoots to my core. He's playing me like an instrument, like he knows my body better than I do.
He rubs my nipple with his thumb. "Tell me when to stop."
I don't want him to stop. I'm sensitive enough this aches, but I don't want him to stop.
Words make it to my tongue without passing through my brain. "I want to come again. With you."
My chest feels light. Free.
It is exhilarating asking for what I want.
He plays me perfectly. I lose track of everything but the sounds of his groans. The way his chest shakes against mine. The weight of his body as he presses me against the wall.
He thrusts harder. Deeper. His cock pulses. His lips part with a heavy groan.
His pubic bone makes for the perfect amount of friction.
"Fuck, Jess." His hand goes to my hair, pulling me against him. His lips press into my neck. A soft kiss. Then harder. Harder.
Then his groans are sending vibrations down my chest.
My sex clenches. The sound of his pleasure is enough to push me to the edge. With his next thrust, I see all that perfect white light. I come again.
No holding back. I scream his name.
Then he's there, one hand knotting in my hair, the other holding my body against his.
"Jess." He lets out a low, heavy groan.
There. I can feel him come, even with the condom.
It does something to me, hearing my name on his tongue, feeling his pleasure.
It's different than with Nathan. Better. A million times better.
Pete holds me against the wall. He presses his lips against my neck and shoulder.
We stay tangled as our breath returns to normal.
