Page 74 of Yours, Finally

A second wave of tremors fluttered through her and she loosened up, melting on me. Her forehead rested against my beard, and her head lolled back and forth as I redoubled my pace.

Her pussy spasmed around my cock and my eyes rolled up behind my eyelids.

"Shit. Vi."

Her breath shuddered and she clung to my shoulders.

"I'm so sensitive." She shifted her hips like she needed to find a less intense position. She moaned. "Are you close?"

Tension tinted her words.

"Jesus." I rolled us on the bed, my cock still deep inside of her. "Are you okay?"

I cleared the hair from her face and studied her for a response.

"You just made me come twice." She blinked up to me. "Let a girl recover while you fuck her hard, okay?"

A single, strangled laugh left me. I pumped into her, hard like she'd asked.

"Yes, ma'am." I thrusted again and again.

"Like that," she whimpered.

My hips clashed against her. I ground my teeth. My jaw ticked.

"Come for me, Jake." She ran her fingers through my hair. "Let me see you, too."

I opened my eyes to meet her warm, adoring gaze. She hooked her legs around my thighs. The sound of my cock pounding into her, of my flesh hitting hers— it short circuited my brain.

She squeezed her pussy around me again. "Come for me. Let loose."

"Do you want me, Vi?" I was barely aware of what I said. "Do you care about me?"

She lifted herself to kiss me. "How can you ask?"

"Tell me."

She gazed at me, her hair a mess on the pillow, and a slightly pained expression on her brow. Her head rocked on the bed from the force of my movements.

"I think you might be the one for me," she said, and everything went still in my mind.

White sound all around me. Fragmented sensations puzzling together in my mind. The deep, persistent beating of my heart in my chest.

None of it made full sense, except for the knowledge that this was bliss.

The first thing to properly form in my awareness was the soothing pattern of Vi's fingers through my hair. My chest heaved, and it took several tries to open my eyes again.

"I should move," I tried, but she stopped me.

She looped her arms around my shoulders. "No way. You're the most perfect weighted blanket. You're not crushing me like this."

I chuckled. "Good, because the end of that statement is that I should move, but I can't."

I dropped closer to her and kissed her.

"Do you want to know what I think of the face you made when you came?"

I groaned and dropped my forehead to hers. "Probably not."