Her words end in a sob, and I know it’s time to end the suffering—hers and mine.
Surging over her, I capture her mouth, kissing her with her salty-sweet taste still on my tongue as I guide my cock to her entrance. She’s tight, but so wet I sink into her without a hint of resistance, gliding deep until I’m buried in her molten sweetness and wondering if it’s possible to die from pleasure.
“You feel so good,” I murmur against her lips, my hand shaking as I brush her hair from her forehead. “So fucking good.”
“Yes.” She sighs, wrapping her legs around my hips.
I want to move, to ride her, take her more than I’ve ever wanted anything, but I’m so turned on I’m afraid I’m going to embarrass myself.
I knew bare would be different than with a condom, but I had no idea it would be like this.
That every sensation would be so intense, that I would feel so much closer to her than I expected. That I would want to say things you don’t say to a new lover. Things like—You’re the most perfect thing that’s ever happened to my body. You feel so right under me. I want to be inside you as much as possible for the rest of my life. God, baby, let’s never stop fucking.
It’s too soon for all of that, and it’s way too soon for me to come.
Clenching my jaw, I force myself to stay still. I draw in long breaths as she wiggles beneath me, taking me deeper, making holding on even harder. “Just a second,” I say, my voice tight as I grip her hip gently in my hand. “I need a second. I’m too close.”
“I’m close, too,” she says, rolling her hips, making my breath catch as the hot folds of her pussy clench and release around me. “And I’m dying to feel you come. I swear, it makes me so hot I can hardly stand it. I want to feel you come inside me so much, so much,” she says, her hips rocking until I can’t resist the urge to thrust inside her, pumping deep and slow, matching her rhythm as her lips part and her breath comes faster. “God, yes,” she whispers, holding my gaze as we move. “Just like that. Yes, it’s so good. So perfect.”
“So perfect,” I echo, mesmerized by her eyes, by the vulnerable expression on her face, by her absolute fearlessness as she reaches the edge and tumbles over without breaking our connection.
She keeps her eyes locked on mine as her features twist and her body tightens around me, and I know I’m a goner. “God, Colette,” I grit out as I get closer…
Closer…
Until I’m so fucking close…
Oh God, right there, right now.
For a split second, I consider pulling out and coming on her belly, but something primal inside me cries out against it. I don’t want to come anywhere but buried deep in her pussy, so I do. I thrust forward one final time and fall apart with a cry, my balls pulsing and my cock jerking deep inside her. I come and come, the orgasm unspooling like an endless thread as I lay every piece of me at her feet, and she wraps her arms around me and holds me tight.
And it is…good.
So fucking good.
Even long minutes later, after we’ve come to our senses enough to look each other in the eye and silently acknowledge the enormous step we’ve taken, it still feels good.
So good, we do it again.
And again, until we collapse in twin puddles of exhaustion sometime long, long after midnight.
Chapter Seven
From the texts of Zack Halloran
and Chip Singer
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Zack: Hey man, sorry to bug you so early, but I couldn’t sleep last night, and it got me to thinking—does this recording retreat have more than one bedroom? If not, I can always sack out on the couch or something if I need to, but I thought I’d ask.
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Chip: Three things.
1—It’s never too early or too late, brother. I’m here for you any time of day.
2—This retreat has SIX bedrooms, an in-ground pool, a full-time housekeeper, and a gardener who used to be an audio engineer, just in case you get tired of self-recording and want someone else to push the buttons for you. There will be no roughing it on my watch. Ever.
3—Why on earth would you need to sleep on a couch? You’re a goddamned rock star. If there’s a bed, you take it and get your beauty sleep. Send your lady out to the couch if she won’t keep her hands off you long enough for you to get some shut-eye.
*winking emoji*
I’m assuming this is about a woman, right?
That you decided to bring a friend along, after all? Which I think is a TREMENDOUS idea. This place is incredible, but it’s in the middle of fucking nowhere. There’s a village a few miles away with a gas station, a general store, and a couple of restaurants, but that’s it. And everyone who lives there is at least a hundred years old, so you’re not going to be meeting any eligible bachelorettes at the bar.