“Yes,” I bite out as I lift my hips higher, until he’s almost completely out of me before I thrust forward, taking him all the way back in. That slow and steady drag lasts such a long time, stoking the flame inside me, the two of us moaning every time I take him to the hilt.
I’m already going to come. I can feel it. And then the next thing I know, I am coming, Knox nudging something deep inside me, shattering me into pieces. He fucks me through the orgasm, his arm clamped around my waist, holding me still while my pussy pulses around his cock.
“Gonna give you another one of those,” he warns before he flips me over on my back and plunges deep inside me once more.
I’m so wet and loose, it doesn’t hurt. No, it feels amazing as he basically fucks me into the mattress, grunting with every thrust. I watch, fascinated by the drips of sweat sliding down his temples, the way his chest glistens, all of those muscles standing out in definition. His hips are frantic as they bump against mine, and I spread my legs wider, bending them at the knees, tilting my ass up, wanting him to get as deep as he can.
That position has me arching my back, my mouth hanging open as I struggle to breathe. It’s too much. Too much—
“I’m coming, babe.” He reaches between us, his fingers pinching my clit, his cock nudging that particular spot again and I see stars.
And then I swear to God…
I black out.
TWENTY-EIGHT
KNOX
I collapseonto the mattress next to her, careful not to put my weight on her as I try to catch my breath. My heart is galloping in my ears. The tiny shudders, remnants from my orgasm, still affecting me.
She remains quiet, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her tits shaking. Fuck, she is so beautiful. The sex between us is unreal.
I want to do it again.
And that’s not a normal experience for me. Usually, I mess around with a woman and send her on her way. Oh, and I don’t ever have sex with a woman in my room. Hell no. Bringing her back to my place sends a message I don’t want. They expect too much when you invite them to your place.
I sound like an asshole, but I have boundaries when it comes to hookups. Normally.
With Joanna, I have none. I just want to be with her.
Always.
When five minutes pass and she still hasn’t said anything, I glance over at her once more to see she’s barely moved and her eyes are still closed. Her breathing seems to have evened out though.
“You okay over there?”
Her eyes crack open, her gaze a little dazed, as if she can’t believe that just happened. She nods, her hair a dark cloud of brown rustling on the mattress. “Barely.”
I’m frowning. “Did I hurt you?”
She rolls toward me, her hand landing on my chest, her fingers tracing over my pec. “It was amazing.”
The satisfaction I hear in her voice leaves me feeling satisfied too—and I was already feeling pretty damn good. I haven’t come that hard in a long time.
Maybe not ever.
“Are you sore?” When she frowns, I glance down at the shadowy spot between her legs. “Was I too aggressive?”
She shakes her head and I lean down to kiss her, my fingers skimming her hip. Across her stomach before I’m cupping her pussy, wanting to make sure she’s okay. She gives me her silent permission, her thighs spreading, giving me more room, and I sink my fingers inside her. She’s fucking soaked, but most of that is thanks to me, and when I note the wince on her face, I pause.
“You’re in pain.”
“I’m just a little sore.” Her lips move against mine. “Do that again.”
I stroke her, brushing her clit. Gathering her wetness and swirling it over her clit. She’s panting into my mouth, her arm winding around my neck, clutching me close as her hips work with my fingers. Until she’s coming, a soft gasp leaving her, her body shivering.
That sweet, little orgasm was the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. This woman is so responsive.