My entire body tingles and warms, warning me of my upcoming release. I open my eyes and watch her—head tilted back, eyes closed, mouth hanging open as she moans in ecstasy, her clasping pussy tugging at my cock with every retreat. She reaches down and grabs the hem of the t-shirt, quickly lifting it up and over her head, freeing her breasts.
I won’t last much longer. Not with her riding me like this. Leaning forward, I capture her nipple in my mouth, sucking gently while she continues to roll and grind her hips against mine. Her breathing is nothing more than urgent pants and moans, and I pray she’s as close as I am. I move to her other breast, grazing it lightly with my teeth.
She cries out, her eyes rolling back into her head as her pussy ripples and clenches around me with her orgasm.
Watching her come, seeing the absolute bliss when she reaches her peak, combined with the relentless clutching and grinding along my cock sends me spiraling off into the most intense orgasm of my life.
Jesus...
Collapsing against me, she buries her face in my neck, her breath coming in rapid pants against my heated skin. Our heartbeats race against each other, and I clutch her to me, unwilling to let go of her for anything.
I never thought I would have this.
When I built and enforced the wall between us, I thought I had ruined everything, maybe beyond repair. I was convinced of that just days ago. The talk I had planned to have with her last night, before I almost lost her forever, wasn’t going to fix things. I knew that it was too little, too late. I hurt her too badly for things to ever be okay. I was ready to let her go, to tell her that I did love her, but that loving her was only going to hurt her.
Now, I have hope, and hope is a dangerous thing.
Because, there’s still so much I need to tell her. There’s still so much she doesn’t know, and, after last night, she may never be able to forgive me for it.
I hold her until our heartbeats return to normal, running my hand through her hair and down her back, her smooth skin warm under my palm. Her steady, even breathing tells me she has dozed off, and I can’t blame her. After what she went through yesterday, and the near-sleepless night we both had, my eyelids feel heavy as lead.
Resigning myself to the fact that the things still left to say can wait, I close my eyes and let the rise and fall of her chest against mine lull me to sleep.
My phone chirps on my nightstand and startles me awake. I reach out and grab it, turning off the alarm. I silenced my calls and texts last night, but forgot to turn off the 8:30 a.m. alarm I set to remind myself of a meeting at 9:00 a.m. with a supplier. Glancing at my phone, I sigh, seeing fifty-six missed calls and twenty-three new texts messages from various members of my family, employees, and numbers I don’t recognize.
As I swipe to read the message, a text from Gabe appears.
> Morning news. You’re on it. <
I curse and fire off a response. It makes sense they wouldn’t have mentioned Gabe. I’m sure the police don’t want it publicized that a retired Army sniper took out three mafia hitmen before the SWAT team could even get there.
< Can you please deal with my family? I need some more time with her. >
> Of course, anything you need. <
< Thanks, man. >
Sliding the phone back onto the nightstand, I nudge Danika awake. “Baby, wake up.”
She groans and snuggles against me, turning her face into my shoulder. I chuckle and nuzzle my mouth against her ear. “Time to wake up, love.” She squirms on my lap, my cock, still embedded inside her, starting to harden again.
Moaning in approval, she squeezes my flesh, and slowly raises her head, a grin spreading across her lips. She reaches up and brushes the hair out of my face and smiles at me. “You better be waking me for a good reason.” She purrs, clenching around me and eliciting a groan from somewhere deep in my chest.
“Hmm, well, baby, I hate to do it, but we need to get up, get something to eat, and then talk.”
Her smile fades into a frown and she shifts her body forward, her swollen wet pussy tightening on my cock. My semi goes to a full-blown raging hard on in a second. I grip her hips, trying to steady her and prevent her from further distracting behaviors. “Danika…”
She pouts and leans in, kissing me deeply. When she pulls away, she smirks and rolls her hips despite my best efforts to keep her still. “Come on, Savage, ten minutes.”
The mischief and joy on her face make it impossible for me to ignore her request. Even if I could physically stop my reaction to her, which God knows I can’t, the fact she can be so happy and free-spirited after what she went through last night means I can’t possibly deny her. Not when reality is waiting for us.