Page 53 of Don't Brake My Heart
I couldn’t articulate anything except a grunt, sharp intense pleasure rolling down my spine at the friction, as though we were made for this – for each other. The pressure only built as I drew out and sank back in, filling her slowly. The urge to let loose and fuck rose powerfully in me – to let out the build-up of steam. But she had to stay with me. I needed her here, melting, drowning, coming apart on the molecular level, the way I was.
Her hands skimmed down my back to my arse, gripping and pulling me, notching me tight against her and I was climbing out of my skin, brain and body floating on separate planes as I struggled to process the reality of this gorgeous woman demanding I fuck her.
‘Good,’ she whispered on a panting breath. ‘Mmmngh,Colin!’
I pushed it again, the sound of my name on her lips tipping me over into the animal part of my nervous system. We found a rhythm – jerky and slow, each thrust tearing apart my seams.
‘Please tell me you’re close,’ I whispered in her ear as the sparks gathered at the base of my spine.
‘Mmhmm,’ she replied, her eyes closed.
‘I’m going to get you there, baby,’ I blurted out. ‘You’re so fucking beautiful right now.’ Her only answer was a whimper, but the way she moved under me, I was getting her back. ‘I’m nowhere near finished with the things I want to do to you – the ways I want to fuck you, sweetheart.’
‘Yes.’
The way satisfaction swelled in my chest was almost unbearable. My gorgeous, clever woman. Her busy mind was just as sexy as her body and if she wanted fantasies, I’d give her fantasies.
‘I want you to sit on my cock and get yourself off while I play with your tits – in front of a mirror.’
A gratifying gasp.
I lowered my voice to a growl. ‘I want to fuck you into the mattress – over the edge of the bed. On a picnic blanket with the mountains all around and you on your hands and knees, a pretty dress up around your waist.’
‘Yes. Harder.’
Ohhh, shit. Two words from her and I was done for. Lightning zipped up my spine. Fumbling for her knee, I pushed her leg down so I could pump harder, deeper – wilder. The slap of her body against mine was necessary for my existence. Her increasingly hoarse cries were food and water.
She was nearly there, but I wasn’t gonna—Oh, fuck.
Just as my panic rose along with the looming orgasm, she threw her head back and seized around me, thrashing and gasping and breaking in the most spectacular climax I could have imagined and I only wished I could have enjoyed it for more than the second I had before I shattered too, jerking wildly as I went off inside her, on and on, until I was utterly drained and actually a little embarrassed by how hard I’d come.
I had expected sex with Leesa Kubicka to be the best of my life but, God, I was broken – done for. And I had no idea what to do about it.
Chapter 20
Leesa
I was pleasantly groggy for a moment or two, but my stupid brain snapped quickly back into action, preparing for the next awkward moment in this theatre piece. He was heavy, still wedged inside me, which was becoming uncomfortable in the oversensitive aftermath of my orgasm.
Had we even finished the interview? I imagined getting dressed again – trying not to look at his cock – and heading back to the meeting room, settling in our chairs and continuing to ask and answer questions as though he hadn’t just had me raw and naked underneath him while he fucked like a wild thing.
Perhaps I had had a little more involvement than that sounded, but the image of him completely overcome above me would show up behind my eyelids for a long time to come.
‘You okay?’
I realised I had my eyes squeezed shut and forced them open, wary of what I’d find. He was peering at me with his head inclined, a faint smile on his lips and the most earnest expression I’d ever seen on his face. He looked several years younger all of a sudden, reminding me he was just 25 now and he’d been only 19 the first time we’d met.
I couldn’t decide if that was strange. I wasn’t sure we should have done this. I realised this moment had been brewing since September, when he’d clumsily broached the subject, but we’d crossed the line now. I’d had sex with Colin Gallagher, tangled up with enough feelings to give me a hernia. I couldn’t go back and change it.
He shifted, finally slipping out. I must have winced, because he whispered an apology and feathered a kiss over my cheek, smoothing my hair back from my face.
His smile faded. ‘You’re not okay? It’s all right, Lees. Just talk to me.’
Heat rose to my cheeks. I wasn’t sure Icouldtalk about what had just happened – not coherently anyway.
I lifted a hand to my forehead, as though testing for a fever. ‘I don’t know if that was a good idea. You could get into trouble.’
‘What Dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him.’ He flopped onto the bed beside me, peering at me from under his lashes and shooting me a signature light smile.
