Page 62 of A Love Like That

And then he slid a finger inside me, and my body simultaneously tensed and relaxed. He crooked that finger, and my eyes rolled back in my head. When he pulled out of me, I whimpered. But when he thrust back in again, I sighed.

“Not yet,” he said, the hard edge to his voice the only indication—besides his erection—that he was just as affected as I was.

He tightened his grip on my ass, his fingers digging into my skin. All the while, he continued to torture me with his other hand. I’d been so close to coming so many times, I’d lost count. Sweat beaded along my forehead, my skin hot with desire.

I was close.Soclose.

“I love the sounds you make while I fuck you with my finger.”

“Oh.Oh,” I chanted when he changed pace, heightening the intensity. His words and movements driving me higher and higher.

And then when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he rasped, “Good girl. Now you can come.”

And I did. Shaking and crying out as my orgasm tore through me.

In that moment, nothing existed but the two of us, where our bodies were connected. Energy coursed through us. Power and pleasure, and it was intoxicating.

He kept at it until my legs were shaking, my body limp with exhaustion. Finally, he removed his hand, and I immediately mourned the loss of his touch. Even as hypersensitive as my body felt, I wanted him there—everywhere.

I tried to get up but immediately collapsed on his lap. My muscles were weak, my body wrung out. I’d never come so hard.

Finally, after I’d caught my breath, I lowered myself to the floor so I was on my knees facing him. His cock was straining against his pants, and I marveled at his restraint. I reached for his belt, but he stopped me, placing his hand over mine.

I blinked a few times, confused. But he merely shook his head.

He stood and started unbuckling his belt. “You have to earn the right to suck my cock. For now, you can watch and learn.”

His gaze swept over me, his eyes lingering on mine as if seeking my assent. I swallowed hard and nodded fervently, a fresh rush of desire sweeping through me at his words. At his arrogance.What is wrong with me?

But then he removed his cock from his boxers, and it was all I could focus on. My breath came in short pants as he took himself in hand and began to stroke up and down. He was… God, he was hot.

I was so turned on that I squeezed my thighs together as if to stem the ache.

“Elle,” he rasped, his movements jerky. Uncoordinated.

And the way he said my name made me hot all over. As if my skin couldn’t possibly contain me. As if my cells would explode and my body would return to the stars just from the sound of my name on his lips.

He took a few steps forward, his face screwed up in concentration, his eyes hooded. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen anything hotter.

“Lift your dress.”

“What?” I asked, too distracted by the sheer sight of him. By the sounds he made. I wanted to capture this moment and remember it forever.

“Lift. Your. Dress,” he said through gritted teeth. And then I realized just how close he was to coming.

I scrambled to follow his command, pulling up the dress to reveal my chest. He stepped forward, planting his feet outside mine.

“Good. Now stay still so I can drink you in as I cover you with my come.” And then he was coming, ropes of desire painting my skin as he finally let go. As he finally gave in.

So fucking hot.

It was all so deliciously filthy.

Then he shuddered and slumped over me, planting his hand beside my head. He swallowed hard, his gaze hazy. Delirious.

I wanted to soak him in. Soak in this moment. His muscular body poised over mine. The way he was looking at me, with both surprise and wonder.

“Hey.” His tone was tender and so at odds with his rugged commands from moments before.

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