“I like the way you beg,” she murmured, scratching her nails down his chest. Her own orgasm was hovering just on the edge of her senses, but she was holding it back the same way she was making him hold his. “Beg me again, Connor.”
“Fuck…” He groaned. “Mistress, please, I need to cum…”
Her body shuddered, pussy clenching around the thick shaft filling it, and she slammed herself down on him again. The head of his cock mashed against her cervix, taking her breath away at the fullness of the sensation, the impact of his dick against her insides.
“Come for me, Connor.” She moved her hands to his nipples, pinching them hard and making him yelp. “Come for me.”
She moved again, up and back down as she spoke, and he let out a hoarse cry, his hips thrusting upward to meet her stroke. Liquid heat billowed inside her, his cock throbbing and pulsing against her clenching muscles as she let her own pleasure run free. Wave after wave of intense ecstasy washed through her, accompanied by the hot spurts of his cum flooding her.
It was a damn good thing she was on birth control because he was so deep inside her, he was practically cumming in her womb.
“Fuck…” Julie sighed with repletion and slumped over atop him, panting, her head coming to rest on his chest. She could hear his heart pounding, her head lifting with his breath, as they both quivered in the aftermath.
His chest was a little damp, but so was her cheek.
Talk about a hot session.
“That was…” His hoarse voice trailed off, as though he couldn’t find the words.
Julie tensed, then made herself relax. Just because he didn’t know what to say didn’t mean he was thinking anything bad. She lifted her head, propping her elbows on his chest so she could rest her head on her hands and look at him.
His hazel eyes were slightly glazed, darker than they normally looked—though it might just be the lighting. Lips parted, he was still panting slightly for breath. It probably didn’t help that she was lying on top of him, but she didn’t feel like moving yet. And he hadn’t complained.
He met her gaze.
“That was amazing.”
Relief rushed through her, and her lips curved in a slow smile.
“I’m so glad to hear that,” she said sincerely. It had been amazing for her, too. Just like their first date had been. Amazing enough that part of her was already wondering what she was getting herself into, but she pushed those thoughts to the side.
She didn’t know where they were going; that was the point. If she was falling a little faster than she was comfortable with… well, those were her emotions to deal with. Especially when it came to her emotions and the baggage she came with.
“Let’s get cleaned up.” Stretching forward, she brushed her lips over his in another kiss, making him sigh. But a good sigh. The sigh of a content man, a happy submissive.
The grin didn’t leave his face even when she left him there, still cuffed to the bed, to go clean up in the bathroom and get a cloth to wipe him down with. When he did get his arms free, he carefully wrapped them around her, snuggling her against him. She’d never been in quite this position before, on her back with a man literally wrapped around her while he rested his head on her chest, her legs draped over his.
He was on his side, one arm beneath him, the other curled over her body. Her feet dangled a few inches above the bed, thanks to how thick his thighs were. His groin was snugged up against her ass, but he was completely soft at the moment.
Julie played with his hair with her free hand, fighting back a yawn.
“Connor…” She trailed off as she was met with a light snore. He’d fallen asleep.
She could wake him. Probably should wake him. Spending the night together was intimate in a way she wasn’t sure they were ready for. They’d said they’d date, not jump right into a relationship.
But…
She didn’t want to wake him up. Didn’t want to disengage from the way he was wrapped around her. Didn’t want the night to end.
So, she didn’t.
Even as she fell asleep, though, the thought lingered in her mind…
I hope I don’t regret this.
Chapter Twelve
Julie