Page 69 of With A Little Luck
His forearm flexes as he jerks himself a few times and repositions at my opening. Somehow my face ends up buried in his neck, and I lick and suck on the skin just below where his beard ends.
Hart growls, and he uses his forearm around my ass to shove me down. His crown ends up buried just inside me, and I fall on my knees to force him even deeper. “That’s it. Let me in.”
My tits ache as my nipples tighten painfully, and he pulls his hand from between us. Both of his palms move to my ass, and he lifts and drops me with force.
I’m warm and floaty and a little disconnected from reality.
He feels too good, and my brain can’t seem to focus on anything else. He’s so hard, and the stretch is delicious.
Warm water ricochets down my back and over my legs, but it doesn’t drown out Hart’s scent.
He continues to help guide me over his length while his other hand teases up my back. He buries his fingers in my hair and pulls my face from his neck. “You good?”
I nod. “You feel amazing.”
“Your slick is dripping down my knot and balls.” He growls. “Fuck. Kiss me.” Bringing my face close to his, he shoves his tongue into my mouth.
If I thought it was hard to focus before, I was wrong. Everything is hazy and muted, almost like a dream. Arousal sits heavy in my abdomen, and it builds as my oversensitive nipples tighten in the cool air.
Hart must find a way to use his feet as leverage because he begins bucking up to meet me as I do my best to grind over him. My clit aches, and I stretch a hand down to tease it. I really want to come again, this time with him inside me, and the way his cock swells tells me I don’t have much time to catch up.
I might be on top of him, but Hart is the one in control. There’s something so sensual about being surrounded by him. The way his strong forearm digs into my hip as his hand flexes on my ass. Even the little moans that vibrate out around our kiss.
Speeding up, I apply firmer pressure to my clit.
Hart’s muscles get tight, and his shaft grows thicker and lower.
“I’m gonna fill your tight little pussy up.” His crown brushes that sensitive spot deep inside me, and he tugs my hair. “Come for me, beautiful. I want to feel you strangling my cock as I fuck you full of my cum.”
My body didn’t need the instruction. I was already dangerously close to the edge, but his words send me over the cliff.
A string of nonsensical begging spills from my lips as I grind over his jerking cock. My pussy is desperate to lock him in place, but feeling him drag along my inner walls will have to do.
My face falls to his shoulder, and Hart releases my hair enough to make the move possible. I sob, my face rolling around his skin as he curses. Pleasure lights through my system for so long it’s almost painful.
I’m overstimulated and exhausted, leaning into him as I struggle to catch my breath.
He palms the back of my head, and it feels like a perfect moment in time. “That was almost too good.”
His scent soothes my system, and I mumble my agreement.
My stomach pushes against his, and I know I should offer to climb off his lap, but I can’t force myself to say the words.
Hartley doesn’t rush me. Instead, he cradles me to his chest while I breathe him in.
He runs his fingers through my hair and uses his other hand to tenderly tease up and down my spine as my body shakes with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
“You make me really happy, Hart,” I whisper, biting my cheek.
My chest tightens. I didn’t mean to say that, but it’s true. It feels like everything is moving really fast, and normally, I’m a slow and steady kind of person. At the same time, I don’t want him to question how I’m feeling, especially with all the changes we’ve been through in the last twenty-four hours.
“God, beautiful.” He nuzzles his cheek to the top of my head. “Me too.”
I find myself smiling against his shoulder. He’s just so damn easy to believe.
“Ready for breakfast?” he asks, patting my back.
It feels like it should be time to crawl back into bed to sleep for another hour or two.
