Page 4 of Seein’ Red

Has since college.

Pretty sure it will work for the rest of time.

My orgasm slams into me, hurricane-like swells of elation sending me on the ride of a lifetime. Stars form all around me, blinding me for a second, my whole body going rigid. None of that stops him though.

If anything, it inspires him to keep going. To try harder. To make my climax last forever and ever.

Not that I’m complaining. At all.

He finally lets go, releasing my hips and letting my body relax against the softness of my bed. A kiss to each hip, and he’s back up with me, lips on mine, letting me taste the results of a job well done. The tangy sweetness mixed with his own unique taste dances across my tongue, keeping me drunk on him.

I sigh, content and sated.

“Don’t get too comfortable. I’m not done with you yet.”

Thank God…

“Promise?”

That smirk returns, even more devious than it was earlier.

“More than.”

He grabs hold of me, lifting me into the air. We roll and tumble, until he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, me situated in his lap, facing away from him. I wiggle my hips, his erection even harder than before, coating him in my wetness.

Smack!

“Ugh!”

The glorious sting from his palm against my ass radiates through my cheek. I need him inside me. Now.

“Hold that thought, Princess.”

He leans forward, grabbing his pants and rummaging through them for a second, brandishing a condom. He has it ripped open and his cock sheathed in the blink of an eye, ready for action.

Gripping my hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh, he guides himself to my entrance. He toys with me for a second, letting the tip slide up against my clit, before he lines back up and drives into me.

I gasp, my breath catching in my throat, the fullness of him inside me too much. At least until he pulls out, and I miss him instantly. He slides in again, stretching me around him, and I enjoy the stretch, adjusting to his size. Fuck, is it incredible.

He starts to move, finding a rhythm that is a mix of his hips and mine, the two of us moving in time. I meet him thrust for thrust, our bodies doing what they do best. Making their own conversation. There’s plenty to say, so many years of back and forth, of whatever this is.

“Look up,” he commands.

I do, my gaze landing on the full-length mirror on the back of my door. It’s right in front of us, the reflection of us fucking staring back at me. Of him behind me, his solid form holding me tight, his square jaw nipping at my neck. My tits bounce with each new thrust, his eyes glued to them—to us—not stopping for a moment.

He reaches around, finger landing on my clit. He circles it slowly at first, drawing the tingle to the surface. I arch back into him, wanting more. Wanting to come. Wanting to watch him make me come.

“You like that, don’t you, Princess?” he growls into my ear. His voice is raspy, thick, heady with desire, and does things to me I cannot name. “You like watching me fuck you, huh? Playing with your clit while you take my cock like a good little girl.”

His deliciously dirty words do me in. I can’t control myself, nor do I want to. I give in to him, letting him have total control. Focusing on nothing but his cock in me, how gloriously full—whole—I feel with him inside me.

“That’s it, take my cock. Come for me. Let me make you feel like no one else can.”

O…M…G…

My heart squeezes again. Only this time, I don’t fight it. I allow myself the moment. Let myself believe there is more to this than there is. That I feel more about him than I want to admit.

Locking eyes with him in the mirror, I nod, whimpering. He rubs my clit harder, changing up the direction of his circles. Something he knows I like. Something only he knows.