“Please,” I beg, not wanting him to pull away from me again. I’m tinkering on the edge of oblivion, clenching and trying to make the moment last.
“Tell me I’m all yours, and you can come.”
I moan as the lingering sensation of warmth builds into sparks like the first sizzle of fireworks before they’re launched across the sky. “Dante,” I plead with him.
His movements are slow.
I’m delirious.
It’s killing me.
“I’m yours. All yours.” He can do whatever he pleases with me right here. Right now.
“Good girl.” His thrusts quicken and slam against me as he drives deeper into my heat.
I’m right there on the edge, not even pretending to silence the impending orgasm as it rips through my body like fire burning in intensity as he plows into me.
One.
Two.
Three more strokes, and he’s spilling himself inside of my warmth as my insides pulse and clench down, pulling him tighter, harder, closer.
My heart and our labored breathing are all I hear as he rolls off and onto the bed beside me.