Page 123 of Elevator Pitch

Damn, I like the sound of that, too.

Working at her clit, I pause to dip into her warmth, soaking my finger with her essence. Sliding back out of her, I circle that trigger point again and again, before breaking rhythm, and diving two fingers into her.

“So full,” Vee cries out, arching her back and pressing her ass against me again. She leans forward, hands catching on the edge of the bed.

“Want you like this,” I tell her, sliding my hand up her spine, staring at that back I adore.

“Yes.”

I release her to kick off my shoes and step out of my pants. With her lush ass aimed at me, and her head turned to watch me, her hair drapes over her opposite shoulder. I’m struck by how pretty she is. Sunshine on a cloudy day. A refreshing sip of water on a hot afternoon. Comfort.

And waiting on me to fill her up.

“All the power,” I remind her. While I feel strong being with her, elevated, electric, she’s the one with the strength to break me.

Fisting myself, I bring my firm tip to her entrance, sliding through that wetness. Teasing both her and me with where I want to be.

“I’m on the pill,” she quickly states. “For feminine reasons.”

I don’t know what that means but we can discuss it later. For now, I have her permission to slip inside, and my breath catches at first contact. When just my tip breaches her heat.

“Fuck, Vee.” I grunt, gliding easily into her, sliding home.

I still and reach around her, flicking her clit. Vee’s hips buck.

“I should have fucked you that first night.” I kiss her shoulder while rubbing that nub and hanging out inside her. “I wasn’t in the right headspace, but I didn’t know what I was missing.”

I draw back, teasing us both by nearly exiting her body before rushing forward again. My fingertips circle that trigger point on her.

“Want to feel you come around me, Vee.” I want her to fucking milk me dry.

“You feel so good,” she whimpers, arching back, matching my thrusts. She lifts one leg, bracing her knee on the bed, opening herself up to me.

“Damn, Vee. That just—” I can’t speak. Curled over her, working her clit and sliding in and out of her channel, I’m a mess of sensation. Her heat around me. Her sweetness coating me. The sound of us coming together.

“Vee,” I warn. “I’m so close.” But I won’t go over the edge without her. I can’t think about baseball, but I’ll find something else to hold off my release.

“Yes.” Her legs stiffen. Her hips stop rocking but roll like a slow drizzle. She sucks me into her, clenching around me, as she crests and cries out again and again. “Babe. Ross. Yes.”

I’m quick to follow, pulling back once before slamming into her, holding still, and letting loose like a fountain.

“Fuck.” I grip her hips, bury deep within her, and hold her tight against me. Silver stars dance before my eyes, and I blink several times.

Vee pulls off me, flips for the bed, and lays back. “One more time,” she begs, holding out her hands.

I can’t. My dick won’t last, but her legs are spread, pussy weeping, so I climb over her, wedging myself between her thighs, and using my fingers again, working her with two thick digits while my thumb presses at her clit.

Simultaneously, I rock my hips, simulating what I wish I could do, but I’m forty-seven, not seventeen.

Tipping her head up to kiss me before arching her back and tilting back her head, Vee goes off rather quickly. She lets out a long, low groan as she releases a second time.

“Fuck, that’s hot, Vee.”

When she slowly subsides, coming back to earth and this bed, I lazily stroke between her thighs before holding my hand over her center.

“What was that?” I tease.

Vee blinks a few times before draping her arm over her eyes. Her lower lip quivers.