Page 28 of The Heartbreaker
“Are you obsessed with it?”
“Oh my God, yes,” she cried.
I put my thumb on her clit, stroking it while she rocked against me. “How about when I do this to you? Does that change everything?”
“Oh!” She swallowed. “Ah!” Her eyes closed. “I can’t control it … I’m going to come.”
I was tempted to take back the control, to charge into her with all the quickness I had and even more pressure than she was using.
But I wanted to watch her fall apart all on her own. I wanted to experience just what she was willing to give me.
Because I could pound any woman. But not just any woman could ride me hard enough to time up our orgasms.
Addy could.
And she was.
“Ridge!”
That sound, the pitch in which she screamed my name, gave me a few seconds of warning. So, while the spark began to work its way through my balls, spreading across my body, it also loaded into my shaft.
And while I was heading straight for the summit, my eyes memorized the sight in front of me.
The pursing of her lips.
The pebbling of her nipples.
The flush of her skin.
Man, she was something.
Something striking.
Something sensational.
“Fuck me,” I commanded at the very last moment.
She didn’t need that direction; she already had it handled.
Within a couple more swivels of her hips, my orgasm was shooting through me, emptying into the condom.
“Addy!”
She was hugging me to her body, slapping our waists together, shouting, “Ridge! Fuck! Yes!”
My chin dipped into her cleavage, my forehead kissed her lips, my nose filled with that tantalizing vanilla scent, and my ears became full of her sounds.
She was overloading every one of my senses.
And with that came an intensity, a paralyzing catapult of passion.
There was nothing better.
What followed was a mix of shudders—some that came from her, some from me—until we turned completely still.
By then, fully emptied, I held her face, hovering my mouth over hers. “Do not move.”
I couldn’t handle it. Not yet. I needed to fucking breathe it out first.
