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He complies, slamming into me so powerfully every thrust pushes me up the bed until my head touches the cave wall with every surge.
When my orgasm finally hits, my nails dig so deeply into the plating on his shoulders I’m sure they’re drawing blood.
How can it feel like I’m leaving my body when I feel every movement, every slide of skin on skin, hear every huff of his breath, smell the musk of his body? Everything in the universe constricts into pinpoint clarity in this moment. All the pleasure converges into my clit, then bursts like an explosion into every pore of my body. Scalp to toes and back again. The pleasure rolls and roils into every muscle, my skin and bones. My muscles contract in the thrill, then burst with bliss.
I scream what to the universe might sound like nonsense syllables, but what my lover will know is his name.
He grunts as his own release cascades into me. His hips slow as he slams all the way into me like he’s trying to touch bottom. Once, twice, three times as his come sprays inside me.
He falls to the mattress next to me and jams his face against my neck. It was as intimate and moving for him as it was for me. He doesn’t want an audience to see his expression despite the intrusive drones edging closer.
The network made a tactical error by giving us a bedspread, because he grips it and slings it over us so we’re covered as Jahzara begins a blow by blow dissection of what the viewers just observed.
My palm is cupping his cheek, a blissed-out smile on my face as I hear her describing what could only be instant replays in slow motion. If Xzavic wasn’t in my arms, I would die of mortification, imagining so many people looking at my ass as I rode him a few minutes ago.
He pulls me back to the moment, his palm on my cheek, mimicking my posture. “I’ll remember that always,” he says sincerely, an almost-imperceptible smile on his face.
We both know what is unspoken, that always might mean less than twenty-four hours. But it’s a sweet sentiment.
We settle against each other as I lift my bent leg over his thigh and scootch him closer.
“We have this moment,” he says, “and it’s a pretty spectacular one.”
“Spectacular. That’s an understatement.”
