Page 3 of The Sweetest Return

My breathing broke.

“Dre—”

“I got you.”

He kept fucking me through the first hard contractions, his thumb moving over my clit while my pussy tightened around his dick. The orgasm hit hard enough to make my thighs shake.

“Oh my God.”

“Yeah,” he said, voice low and strained. “Let me feel it.”

I came around him with my nails digging into his shoulders, every pulse making his face tighten a little more. Then his mouth buried against my neck, and his hips lost their careful rhythm, strokes deeper and harder as he chased his own release.

I wrapped my legs tighter around him.

“Cum for me.”

He groaned like the words had gone straight through him.

His whole body tightened over mine, his face pressed into my neck while he came, and I held him there because I loved having him heavy over me afterward. Loved the heat of his skin and the way his breathing gradually settled against my throat. Loved the little kisses he gave me when he came back to himself, soft apologies for how hard he had needed me.

For a minute, neither of us said anything.

Then Dre lifted his head.

“You good?”

“Yes.”

His eyes searched mine anyway.

I touched his face. “I’m good.”

His smile came slowly. “Thought so.”

“Don’t start again.”

“You the one told me to cum.”

“Good night, Andre.”

He laughed and kissed me, and the teasing eased us down without pulling us away from what had just happened.

When he pulled out, I felt the loss of him immediately.

Dre dealt with the condom, then stood beside the bed for a second, naked and beautiful and still breathing hard. The low light found the sweat on his chest, the tight cut of his stomach, the thick thighs that had powered him through entire defenses and held him above me while he gave me pleasure I did not know how to make ordinary.

My gaze dropped before I could stop it.

He caught me staring.

“Why you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you thinking about starting trouble again.”

“I’m thinking about minding my business.”