He growls through a moan. “That. How you beg me, over and over again. Like I’d ever deny you.” His hands grip the sheet next to my head as his thrusts become more forceful but still slow. I tilt my pelvis, bringing my hips up to meet him and giving him deeper entry. “I’m so fucking lost in you, Dylan. I always have been.”
“Fuck, Reese.” My orgasm rips through me, burning in my core and spreading out quickly. I’m clenching around him, my hands raking down his back and clawing at his skin. I’m sure I’m drawing blood but I don’t care, and he doesn’t seem to either. He lunges deeper, deeper again and continues the sweet torture. “I want you to come.”
“Not yet. Give me another, love.” His hands run down my sides and grip my hips as he thrusts hard, then harder into me. His eyes are locked onto mine, holding me, keeping me with him. “Too damn long. I’ve been without you and it nearly killed me.”
“Me, too. I… holy shit.” Bracing myself with my hands over my head, I feel my second orgasm building in my gut.
Again? Already? Of course, look who’s above me right now. Why the hell do I question this man’s skill level?
His grunts ring out around us, filling my loft. His forehead is creased and the sweat is building just below his hairline. A drop hits my chest and rolls between my breasts. I arch off the bed, pushing against him, needing the contact. Needing every inch of him touching me. I can’t get him close enough, not after eighty-five days, not ever. And then it happens. That second orgasm spreads through my body and I’m clinging to him, rocking against him as he pounds into me.
“That’s it. Christ, I love watching you like this.”
I’m shaking, trembling as I come down. And then I’m quickly flipped onto my knees, Reese bracing himself behind me. The movement’s so fast, I don’t have time to think before he enters me again. “Reese, I don’t know if I…”
“You will. You know I can do this to you all night.”
Oh, God. Death by orgasm. Is it possible to have three orgasms back to back like this and actually be able to function afterwards? Shit, who the hell cares? This is Reese Carroll we’re talking about. Plus, how sweet would it be to die this way? Screaming his name in ecstasy. Falling to a slow, post-climatic death. Absolutely. I’ll take that.
I bow my back and push into him, dropping to my elbows as his hands wrap around my waist. I feel his breath on my back, quick bursts of air. His lips kiss the skin there, trailing lower to my hips. He’s pounding into me, giving me every bit of him and I’m taking it. He’s so deep this way, his hips crashing against mine as I grip the sheets. My knuckles are stark white as I desperately try not to collapse under his power. I can feel him tense against my body, knowing he’s close and I’m right there with him. “I need you to come with me. Please. I don’t want to come again without you.”
“You need it, love?” he questions as he fucks me relentlessly.
“Yes. Please. Let me feel you.”
He hammers into me at rapid speed as I stretch my hands out above me. “Fuck. Get there, Dylan.”
“Touch me.”
His hand snakes around my body and drops to my clit, two fingers working me. Sliding against me. Pulsing, pulsing, until my orgasm surges through me. I grab his wrist and stop him, throwing my head back. “Now. Coming,” I say breathlessly, barely able to speak.
Both hands tighten against my hips and pull me back to meet his thrusts. He groans his release as I’m rocked to the point of being delirious. I collapse on my belly, pulling him down with me. He rolls to his back and shifts my weight for me so I’m lying on his chest. We lie there in silence, my head resting on him as we steady our breathing. And then my emotions hit me in one big rush. The fact that he’s here with me, when I never thought I’d be with him like this. In my bed. Me in his arms. It’s overwhelming.