“Like this.” I nudge him with my hips, silently telling him to move a little faster.
Faster, faster….
But not that fast.
A little slower and…there. There. That’s it… Oh God, that’s it…
I roll against him, my entire body getting into the act, pressing my breasts to his chest and then my hips tight to his, the tension and the need to have him thrusting inside building as my pussy squeezes him tight.
Tighter…
Tighter, until the line snaps and pleasure crashes through me, devastating my body with bliss so beautiful the only way to survive it is to cling to Justin, crying out his name as he finally begins to drive inside me.
He pulls out and plunges back in, groaning against my neck as I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on for dear life. “God, Libby, you’re still so tight. Am I hurting you, baby?”
“No,” I promise, gasping as his next thrust sends him even deeper, so deep I feel him everywhere, in every pulsing, throbbing cell in my body. I drag my teeth over his skin, biting into his muscled shoulder, a choice that, judging by the way he growls in response, is one Justin approves of.
“Fuck, Libby.” His voice is as rough as the hand he fists in my hair, holding me captive as he kisses and bites my neck and his thrusts come harder, faster, deeper. “I’m in love with your pussy. I want to own this sweet pussy every night, every morning.”
I cry out, rocking into him as the tension begins to build again, swelling between my hips and spinning through my head.
“I want to be buried inside you every fucking chance I can get.” He pinches my nipple between his fingers, but it doesn’t hurt. It only makes the heavy, hungry, desperate feeling swell bigger and bigger, until I’m clawing at Justin’s shoulders as we chase after what we both need.
And then suddenly, I’m back at the razor’s edge and pleasure slices through me, making me scream, a raw, primal sound that echoes through the room as Justin groans against my throat. His hand grips my hip tight, as his rhythm grows erratic and his cock pistons between my legs, driving in and out of where I’m still coming, my inner walls clutching at him every time he pulls out. “Yes, baby. I love feeling you come on my cock.”
I cry out something in response, but I have no idea what. I am beyond language, beyond words, spinning in a world of heat and pleasure and animal bliss, my orgasm spiraling on for so long that I’m still pulsing when Justin loses himself a moment later. His cock jerks hard, again and again, his release rushing inside me, making the last few seconds of my flight even sweeter because I get to share it with him.
To be lost with him. Found with him. To be held tight while this powerful, impressively put together man melts in my arms because he’s as devastated by the beauty we make together as I am.
After, he lies heavily on top of me, and I run my fingers slowly through his hair, wishing we could stay just like this for the rest of the day, with our hearts pounding in time and nothing separating me from the person I love except our sweat-damp skin.
My hand stills in his hair and my eyes squeeze closed.
There it is again. The L word. It’s just a thought for now, but I know better than to think I can keep it hidden for long. Sooner or later, Justin is going to see the truth written all over my face.
He’s going to see that I broke the rules and fell in love with him.
“Now we need to talk.” His breath—which isn’t dragony at all, proving he really is exceptional in every way—stirs the hair on my forehead. “I think we both know this isn’t working out the way we thought it would, Libs.”
I bite my bottom lip as a wave of sadness washes through me, cooling the warm, happy, post-orgasm glow. Suddenly I feel like I’m going to cry, proving I’m not emotionally equipped to have this conversation right now, especially not while he’s still softening inside of me.
I’m about to tell Justin that I need to take a shower and get dressed—preferably in a suit of armor—before we talk, when the sound of the front door slamming echoes through my tiny apartment and my sister calls out in a chipper voice, “Hey babes. You want to grab coffee and donuts before you head to work? I got up early and thought we could TGIF it over at Buddy’s.”
Justin and I lock eyes with twin expressions of horror.
“Fuck,” he whispers at the same moment that I hiss, “Shit!”
A moment later, we vault out of bed and start tossing clothes at each other from the floor, scrambling to get dressed before Laura barges in to my bedroom and discovers just how “friendly” Justin and I have been getting behind her back.