Page 85 of Beating Heart
Her tits bounced just a bit as she moved, and her hands broke free from mine as she arched back, resting her palms on the backs of my thighs for leverage.
She rode me, slowly at first. I sat forward, my lips covering her breasts and licking and sucking like my life depended on it.
My hands wrapped around her tiny waist as I helped to guide her.
Up and down.
Faster and faster.
Our breaths the only audible sound in the room.
“Nash.” My name left her lips in a desperate whisper. “I’m so close.”
My thumb moved to her clit, knowing exactly what she needed. I leaned back, just watching as my cock drove in and out of her. Her eyes fell closed, head tipped back, lips parted, as she arched her beautiful body, and her long hair tickled the tops of my thighs.
I’d never seen anything or anyone more beautiful.
And I just watched as she came apart above me.
Like a fucking angel.
Her body flushed and shaking as she exploded around me. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I drove into her.
Once.
Twice.
And a guttural sound left my throat as I followed her into oblivion. Both of us were heaving for air as we rode out every last bit of pleasure.
Her body fell limp against mine. I could feel her heart racing against my chest.
I wrapped my arms around her and held her there.
Relaxed and sated.
And I wanted to keep her right there for as long as I could.
Wanting things I shouldn’t.
Needing things I shouldn’t.
But for tonight, I’d let myself go there.
Just for tonight.
twenty-two
. . .
Emerson
I lay there, trying to catch my breath for so long, it was getting embarrassing. I pulled back to look at him.
“Hey,” I whispered.
“Hey, beautiful. How do you feel?”
“That was amazing. I think we should do that again as often as possible,” I said, my voice sultry and unrecognizable.
