“Baby, you’re my drug!” I grip her hips tight and fuck that beautiful pussy like there’s no tomorrow—like she’s the last woman on earth and that’s it, no more. “Fuckkkk!” I roar, slamming home one last time as my balls erupt. My turn to shudder and tremble, only just holding us upright as my cum fills her.
My body gives into exhaustion.
I can’t do much more than catch my breath.
From the sound of it, she’s in the same predicament.
When my breathing returns to normal, I pull out of her.
She doesn’t move. She doesn’t even make a sound.
“You’re still with me?” I ask.
She holds herself up with her elbows. “I’m not sure.”
I chuckle.
“Let’s go upstairs for round two.”
“Wait. What?”
She turns her head to look at me.
Her eyes are so huge, they nearly take over her beautiful face.
“Round two,” I say.
“But you just came.”
“I know,” I tell her. “But now that I know how sweet it is to fuck you without anything between us, just give me a few minutes to fill up and I’ll be ready for another round.”
“Who’s using who for sex, mister?”
She laughs.
I don’t.
A strange new thud beats against my chest with enough force to make my breath catch.
“It was a joke.” Concern causes her eyelashes to flutter.
“This is more than sex for me, Arianne. You know that, don’t you?”
Silence.
I wrap my arms around her and hug her into me. “Answer me, baby.”
More silence.
“Baby?”
“Now I do.”
Chapter 43
Beckett
Knock, knock, knock.