Page 171 of Ex Somnis

“Paul…” She squirms, trying to pull me in deeper with her heels at my back.

I lean over her, bracing one hand on the desk, and kiss her. “You said just the tip.”

She laughs breathlessly against my mouth, the sound turning into a moan when I circle my hips. “I lied. I need all of you. Please.”

I kiss her harder, swallowing her plea, and finally, I thrust all the way in.

She cries out into my mouth as I bottom out, buried to the hilt, her walls squeezing me like she never wants to let go. I stay there for a long moment, forehead pressed to hers, breathing her in.

“Fuck,” I whisper against her lips. “You feel like everything I’ve ever wanted.”

I start to move slowly, deep thrusts that rock her whole body against the desk. Every slide pulls another broken sound from her throat. I can’t stop talking. The words pour out between kisses, between thrusts, like I’ve been holding them back for years.

Because I did.

“I love you,” I murmur, kissing her jaw, her throat, the beauty mark beside her mouth. “God, Lennon, I love you so much.”

Another thrust, harder. She arches, nails digging into my shoulders.

“You’re perfect. So fucking perfect for me.” Praise falls from me like breathing. “Look at you, taking me so well. My good girl. My everything.”

She’s getting close, but not quite there yet. It’s that tension in her body I learned about last time. I shift my weight to one arm and slide my free hand between us, finding her clit with my fingers. I rub firm circles exactly how she showed me earlier, never losing the steady rhythm of my cock inside her.

She gasps sharply, hips jerking.

“That’s it,” I murmur. “Let me feel you.”

I lean down and capture one nipple between my lips, sucking gently at first, then harder, grazing it with my teeth before soothing it with my tongue. I switch to the other, biting down enough to make her cry out, then licking it softly while my fingers keep working her clit.

Her breathing turns ragged. She’s clenching around me, so close.

I almost growl against her breast, thrusting deeper, grinding against that spot inside her while my thumb presses firmer on her clit. “I want to feel this perfect cunt come all over my cock. Can you do that for me?”

“Paul.”

“Is that a yes?”

She shatters with a broken cry, walls clamping down around me like a vice. Her whole body seizes, back arching hard off the desk, but I keep moving through it, steady thrusts and fast circles on her clit, drawing every last pulse and shudder out of her until she’s shaking and whimpering my name like a prayer.

Only then do I let myself go, burying my face in her neck as I come hard, pressing my hips to hers while spilling deep inside her with a low, guttural groan.

We stay locked together, foreheads pressed, breathing each other’s air in shaky, shared gasps. Her chest rises and falls against mine, her heartbeat almost frantic at her neck.

I brush damp strands of hair from her face, thumb stroking her cheek as we both come down.

“Wow,” she whispers.

A dry chuckle rumbles out of me. “High praise. I’ll take it.”

She laughs softly, the sound turning into a shiver as the cool air in the room hits her sweat-damp skin, and goose bumps rise along her arms and thighs.

I press my lips to her temple. “Let’s get you warm.”

Sliding my arms under her thighs, I carry her down the hall to my bedroom. Her arms tighten around my neck, face buried in my shoulder, every step making her bounce, gasp, and clench around me.

In the bedroom, I sit on the edge of the bed, keeping her in my lap, her chest pressed to mine. She hums contentedly against me, boneless and warm, still full of me. I stroke her back in long, slow sweeps, fingers threading through her hair, pressing kisses to her temple, her hairline, anywhere I can reach before I lay back, pull the covers over us, and draw her close.

She nuzzles into me, still catching her breath. “Was that worth breaking five years of celibacy for?”