Beckett
Fuck.
She’s too much.
She’s perfect.
Watching her tits bounce with every thrust brings me closer and closer to climax. But I’m not ready to be done yet. This was the perfect position to see her, all of her. But it’s still not enough. I need to feel her surrounding me.
“Goddamnit, Babe. You feel so good,” I grit out the words.
Seating myself as deep as I’ll go, I press forward, pushing her back further on the bed. And when the edge of the mattress stops me, I put one knee, then the next up on the edge of the bed.
Never withdrawing from her wet heat, I hook an arm under her waist. “Hold on to me.”
Knowing exactly what I want, Elouise wraps her arms and legs around me and I crawl us both up the bed.
She clenches her muscles around me, and my cock twitches inside her. She’s the best thing I’ve ever felt.
Reaching the center of the bed, I lower my hips first, pressing her ass into the mattress and pushing my cock as deep as it’ll go. My eyes want to roll back, but I won’t let myself miss a single expression that crosses her face. Because she loves this. She loves this as much as I do.
Elouise adjusts her legs until her heels are digging into the backs of my thighs. Urging me to stay inside her.
My arms buckle and I drop my weight onto my elbows, our chests pressing together.
With my lips pressed against her ear, I pull my hips back until just an inch is left inside her. “You want more?”
She nods.
I press another inch back in. “You need more?”
“Yes.” Her voice is strangled. “Yes, Beckett. Please.”
Catching her lobe between my teeth, I sink into her and we both groan.
Our bodies move together in a way that shouldn’t be possible.
Rocking. Moving. Like we’ve done this a hundred times before.
Elouise grips my hair in one hand, the other clawing at my back, holding me close. “Oh… fuck… Beckett…”
Her nipples are pebbled against my chest. Her body heaving beneath mine.
The more frantic she gets, the more she pulls me under with her.
“Do you need to come?” I growl between clenched teeth.
“Yes! Please, yes!”
I can feel her roll her hips against me. Her clit rubbing against the base of my cock.
I grind into her. Matching her motion. Pressing harder.
Her breathing is erratic. Her movements jerky. And the intensity of it has me right there on the edge.
“Go over, Elouise.” I press my lips to her warm skin, pressing my hips down, grinding right where she needs me. “Come for me.”
As if she was waiting for my permission her body tenses, imploding around me, and I follow.
* * *
I feel like I’m in a daze. I don’t even remember rolling off Elouise. Let alone cleaning up and getting back into bed. But now that I’m here, laying on my back, with my satisfied woman draped half over me, there’s no way I’m leaving.
“I’m gonna stay over.” I tell Elouise, toying with the ends of her hair.
She hums a response, rubbing her cheek against my chest and I take it as an agreement.
Smiling into the darkness, I feel a sense of peace fill the room.
I didn’t think I was unhappy before. Or unfulfilled. But now… Well, now I’m starting to wonder if I knew anything at all.