Page 610 of Rock Me All Night
It spurs me on. I stroke my clit. Harder. Harder. There. Just enough pressure. I let out a low moan.
"Mmm. Where do you want my cock?"
"Inside me."
"Want to split you wide open."
I groan a yes.
"I pin your knees to the bed. Drive deep inside you. You feel like heaven. Like you were made to take my cock."
My sex clenches. I groan. "I'm gonna come."
"Come on my cock."
There isn't any shyness left. I stroke myself harder and harder, moaning and screaming so loudly that I can't make out any of his words.
Then there are no words. Just his breath and a low, deep groan. He's almost there too.
It's better than words, his groan. It echoes around the room, filling me in a way nothing else can. A few more brushes of my fingers and I'm at the edge. Pleasure spills to my fingers and toes as I come.
I scream his name.
It's not enough. With the way he's groaning, he's close. I want to be there with him.
"Louder," I breathe. "No more words. Just fuck yourself. I want to hear you come."
His groan is deep and animal. It's the most beautiful music I've ever heard.
I wait until his breath is hitching, until I'm sure he's almost there, and I stroke myself again. Within moments, I'm at the edge.
"Jess," he groans.
With my next stroke, I come again. It's more intense. Tighter, heavier, better. He's there too. His voice gets higher. Then he's groaning my name again and again.
Then he's letting out this delicious sigh of satisfaction.
For a few minutes, we listen to each other breathe.
He breaks the silence. "How was that?"
"I like listening to you."
"Me too."
"I like touching you better though." I let out my own sigh of satisfaction. "When do you get back tomorrow?"
"By dinner. Don't start without me." He chuckles. "It's late and it's a school night. You should go to bed."
"I'm in a bed."
"Go to sleep."
"Okay. I… I miss you."
"I miss you too."
