Page 142 of Only Ever You
Mouth to my ear, she murmurs “You sound so nice when you beg.”
My dick pulses. Dammit.
She lowers herself again, taking me deeper this time. I close my eyes, swallowing back the desire to fuck up into her. She repeats the motion again and again, taking me in and then hoisting herself up.
She tears her tee over her head, and the sight of her tits in her sports bra makes my mouth water. She’s a fucking perfection.
With a sigh, she takes my length again, only stopping when I’m fully seated.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper. “Warm and—”
She circles her hips, and I swear, I see the fucking constellation behind my eyelids.
“Fuck, Isla…you feel so good.”
Fusing her mouth to mine, she rides me slowly. Each dip of her hips is deep, stirring primal need inside me. Every orgasm with this woman is more intense, more perfect, than the last.
“Oh God…” She throws her head back.
I yank her bra down and catch her nipple between my teeth.
She gasps, clutching my shoulder, and rides me rougher and faster. Her moans mix with my groans as I continue playing with her tits. I twirl my tongue over her nipple and then close my teeth over it and tug, over and over.
With my name spilling from her lips, she orgasms. Her pussy spasms, and I see stars, shooting my load inside her as my release hits me too. I cuff the back of her neck and kiss her senseless—not only to silence our moans, but because I don’t think I’ll survive if I don’t get her mouth on mine.
Panting, she rears back, her eyes searching mine. Then, she lets out a quiet laugh. “I can’t believe we had sex in the dance studio.” She shakes her head. “I can’t believe I agreed to it.”
“You folded so easily.” I wink at her, and it earns me a smack on my shoulder. “You were amazing.”
She bites her bottom lip, her lashes fluttering. “You too.”
I pull her bra up, and she stands, collecting her clothing. Once we look presentable, we head out of the studio. Her hand is in mine as we walk down the stairs.
“Are you staying with me tonight?” she asks.
“For round three?” I’m only half joking. I can’t get enough of this woman.
Her laughter reverberates around the quiet building. “Maybe.” She lifts her shoulder in a shrug.
“Maybe?”
“Or we could watch Spy x Family until we fall asleep.”
I bring her hand to my lips and kiss it. “Sounds perfect either way.”
A pinkish hue creeps on her cheeks. “Good to know.”
Hand in hand, we step outside and head toward her car. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, and I think it’s the same for her.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
it’s not fine
MICHAEL
Twenty years old
“Thank you so much, Dad.” I lean back against my car, phone pressed to my ear. “You guys really didn’t have to do this.”
