Page 58 of After Midnight

Smiling, I lift one hand to my lips, wetting my fingers. When they’re nice and slick, I lower them to her clit, which is flushed and tender, having already been licked and sucked to the point of climax. But I’m going to take it there again, coax her sweet pink pussy into another toe-curling orgasm.

“Hold your legs open,” I tell her.

She obeys, holding the backs of her knees, pulling her legs open wide. With my hands free, I’m able to focus on her clit.

With one hand, I put pressure on her mound, sliding the hood back from her clit, using my thumb to stroke it gently. And with my wet fingers, I start to massage the spot just below her clit, so I’m not touching it directly.

Immediately, she moans, starting to drop her legs as she loses focus.

“Open,” I tell her. “And I’ll make you cum for me.”

She’s panting as she resumes holding her legs open. I can feel her muscles trembling, fighting for release. But she holds them tight, looking up at me from between her spread knees. My dick is still buried deep inside her, and I hold it there, filling her with my length while I stroke and tease her clit, making it swell with blood.

Remi’s starting to whimper now, eyes closed, teeth gritted.

“It’s . . . so much,” she pants, sounding like she’s on the verge of tears.

“Shh,” I whisper. “Relax. Don’t fight it.”

She whimpers some more, but her pussy starts to slowly tighten around me, getting even wetter, and I can feel the orgasm building inside her. Her face pinches, and her lips open, her breath coming harder and heavier now.

“Cum for me, gorgeous.” I keep stroking her clit, and slowly, I thrust my hips forward, pushing my dick as deep as it’ll go, until her body resists me. “I want you to squeeze my cock with this perfect fucking pussy.”

Her nipple piercings gleam as her breasts heave up and down with each breath. “I-I’m . . .” she gasps.

She doesn’t have to finish that sentence. Because right then, she cums again, her clit pulsing under the pad of my thumb, her pussy throbbing around me, soaking my cock where it’s still sheathed inside her.

Finally, I fuck her the way I’ve dreamt of, the way I’ve fantasized about while jerking off in my shower. I put my hands on the backs of her thighs and press them open wide, plowing her as she moans in the darkness, my balls slapping her ass with every pump of my cock into her slick cunt.

Her hands grip the comforter, fingers squeezing tight. Her eyes are closed, mouth open, back arched.

I was already on the brink, and I get there fast.

With a guttural growl, I release my load. My balls and low stomach squeeze, making me grit my teeth around a moan as I fill the condom with a stream of heat. I wish I weren’t wearing one right now, wish I could dump my load inside her and then watch it drip from her gaping pussy. The thought makes me grunt and release another rope of cum, my muscles straining with the effort, everything in me trembling from the buildup to this moment.

Remi’s body is trembling too; I can feel it in her thighs, see it in the shuddering breaths she takes as she finally opens her eyes and looks up at me.

And suddenly, I want nothing more than to hold her, to wrap her in my arms, bury my face in her lemon-scented hair, and never, ever let go.

Once my orgasm ends, I release my hold on her thighs, gently lowering them down to the mattress. I ease out of her, then lean down, pressing my body to hers, finding her mouth with mine. She kisses me back, slower now, her movements languid. When I pull away, she blinks up at me, and a small smile lifts the corner of her lips.

“I didn’t think I could do it,” she whispers. “I’ve never cum twice during sex before.”

I shift my weight so I’m lying on the mattress beside her, one hand draped along her stomach, which rises and falls with each breath. “You’re amazing.” I lean close, trail my nose along her collarbone, then up her neck. She wiggles, like it’s tickling her. I press a kiss to her throat, then her jaw, then her mouth. When I pull away, I say softly, “I’ll make you cum like that every time. Whenever you want me to.”

Her gaze softens as she stares up at me in the dark. She lifts a hand, trails her fingertips along my eyebrow, my cheekbone, the five o’clock shadow darkening my jaw. “Don’t,” she says, her voice a tiny, delicate thing.

I narrow my eyes. “Don’t what?”

She takes a strained breath.

Suddenly, tears are gathering along her lower lashes, slipping onto her cheeks like little diamonds in the moonlight. “Make me want you more.” She bites her bottom lip, which is starting to tremble. “I already want you so much, Seb. I don’t think I can handle any more.”

She starts crying for real now, shoulders shaking, breath coming in short restrained breaths.

Immediately, I wrap my arms around her, pulling her into my bare chest and cradling her head against my heart.

I had no idea she felt this way. This whole time, I’ve felt like I was always on the verge of losing her, one step away from tumbling off that knife edge it seemed like I was walking. But as she cries against me, I realize how much she’s been holding back, how fortified her walls have been. But now it’s like they’ve crumbled down, and we’re both lying in the debris.