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He wants to come, and so do I… for the third time tonight.
"Every inch of you tastes good," he says, his mouth against my breast.
"Are you going to come?" I ask.
"Only after you," he says but I hear the strain in his voice.
"I'm almost there…" I barely manage to get out.
Then I feel Seven's teeth scrape along the base of my nipple and I cry out, the climax hitting and sending my center into spasms that pulsate around his cock.
"Jesus Christ…" he curses as my body squeezes down on him. "Where Brynn… tell me where I can come."
I'm still on birth control, and he's wearing a condom, and I don't have to think about the answer. I'm not ready for him to pull out just yet.
"In me," I plead.
His lips descend down on mine, muffling the growl he makes as he thrusts his own release into the condom that's buried inside of me.
We stay like that for a while longer, my arms wrapped around his neck, keeping his lips to mine. His elbow presses against the mattress to prevent him from putting all his weight on me, and we pant through the aftermath.
Finally, he pulls his lips off of mine on rolls off.
"Give me a second to get rid of this condom."
I watch as he steps out of bed, his cock still as hard as when he started.
"Will you bring me something to clean up with?"
He stops his path around the bed and glances over at me, lifting a brow.
"What makes you think we're done? I'm just reloading the condom," he says and then gives a delish grin. "Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back."
I watch as Seven turns around and heads for the door, giving me a perfect view of his bare ass.
He's coming back for more?
Oh God, I'm in trouble… and there's nowhere else I want to be.
Chapter Fifteen
Seven
I wake to the sound of one of our phones pinging with messages and Brynn peacefully asleep in the crook of my arm with only a pair of cotton panties on. She convinced me that she can't sleep completely naked, though that would be my preference. If I can keep her naked for the rest of the time she's in Mexico, I have every intention of making it happen.
At a quick glance, the clock in her room says that it's five in the morning. We've been asleep for about an hour, but fully sated and and feeling little raw after our night last night.
I never could get her to tell me her top number but the look on her face after we hit five this morning, told me that I was somewhere in the ballpark.
Her phone dings, and though I'm not one to look at other people's phones, it's bright and captures my attention.
Fiancé… reads as the incoming text.
Fiancé: I'm sorry for how I reacted today…
And then another one hits.
Fiancé: I miss you. Maybe I should fly out…
