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“Tight for you,” I say like an idiot. Like he cares about who I belong to. Like tonight will have any meaning five years down the road.
“That’s right.” His voice changes. It gets an octave deeper. More possessive, and when he leans over and pushes in all the way to the hilt, there’s fire in his eyes. “Mine.”
“This…” When he touches my clit, I’m electrified. When he moves to my throat, I’m incinerated. “Best I’ve ever?—”
“Me too. I’m not sure I can?—”
“I can’t either.”
We both let out a quiet laugh, and I lose myself in him. In the bleariness of being so full and so stretched, but also like I need more. Reid gives me what I want, driving into me until I don’t know where he ends and I begin.
Sex has never been like this before. I doubt it’ll be like this ever again. All-consuming and earth-shattering. It’s not just fucking but like our bodies are connected, and I’m not sure what that means.
“Avery. I—tell me what you need to come, because I’m really struggling to keep it together here,” he says around a strangled grunt. “And you have to go first.”
“I like your selflessness.” I smile when he pinches my left nipple. “I’m right there. Right?—”
Reid slams into me, and I tremble. The pressure inside takes over. White-hot euphoria pulses through me, and I see stars.
I’m greedy, ravenous, taking everything he gives me until his legs shake. Until his fingers wrap around my neck, the soft pad of his thumb pressing into my windpipe and the feral grin he gives me when I don’t ask him to ease up.
His shoulders tense. His eyes lock on mine for one second before he drops his head back and groans. I feel him pulse inside of me, emptying himself, and never has a man been more attractive.
I did that.
I stroke his arm and coax him through it, watching as he falls to pieces through soft groans and whispers of my name.
“Am I dead?” Reid pants, putting one hand on either side of my head as he calms down. “I think I might be dead.”
“I’m heading that way too.” I close my eyes and blow out a long breath. “Maybe we’re both in heaven.”
“I definitely am. I’m still inside you, and you’re fucking nirvana.”
He pulls out of me and ties off the used condom, dropping it to the floor. He grabs his glasses and shoves them on his face, flopping onto his back and draping an arm across my chest.
“Ah. There you are,” he says.
“Can you see without them?” I ask.
“Not really, but I can see enough.”
I tap my fingers on my stomach and stare at the ceiling. I don’t know what the next part of our conversation should be.
Thanks for the great sex?
Were you serious about dinner?
Want to go another round? Maybe I can bend over the bed this time.
“So.” I brush away the hair matted to my forehead and cross my ankles. I need a shower. I should probably put some clothes on, but I’m bone-achingly tired. “What’s up?”
Reid laughs, a deep rumble that shakes the bed. “Wow. I was thinking I’d be the one who made this weird because I don’t know what to say to people half the time, but you’re handling it just fine for me.”
“Asshole.” I roll onto my side and prop up on an elbow. I look down at him and find his eyes closed. “What do you have going on this week?”
“I’m going out of town on Thursday, and I’ll be gone through the weekend,” he says.
“Doing anything fun?”
