And I did.
The orgasm completely owned my body, making everything inside me shudder and burst. The only thing I could focus on was his tongue as it returned to my mouth and these crests that washed over me, not even letting me gasp for air.
“Fuuuck!” he shouted, thrusting faster, harder. “Jo …”
I clutched him, waiting for him to break, and when he did, I wrapped my arms around him and took over the movements.
“Milk it.” His hands circled my back. “Fucking milk it.”
I gave him everything I had left, the bold, needy, quick sway of my hips, the turning that added the extra friction, a kiss that would drive him mad.
And it did.
He filled the condom, moaning, “Jo,” after each shot, and I didn’t still until his voice turned silent.
I kept him inside me, panting.
Relishing.
He pressed his nose to mine. “You’re a fucking animal, you know that?” He clutched my hair, pulling on the locks until my lips were aligned with his. “It’s like your pussy was molded just for me, and I’m the lucky bastard who gets to have it for the next three nights.” He pulled my lip into his mouth, sucking on it before he added, “We’re going to go take a shower and get this sweat off our bodies, and then we’re going to one of my favorite restaurants.”
I could barely decipher what he was saying.
I was full of sex.
Heat.
And him.
But I’d caught a few words and grunted, “Food. Yum.”
He grazed his teeth over the same lip. “A steak house … I know you have meat on the brain.”
It took me a moment, but I laughed.
“Not just any meat, Jenner. Only yours.”