Page 59 of Almost Enough

“That’s it,” I encourage, pressing kisses to her inner thigh as she pulses around my fingers. “So fucking beautiful.”

Her body trembles with aftershocks, chest heaving as she slowly comes back to herself. I ease my fingers out of her, and she whimpers at the loss.

“You did so well,” I praise, moving up her body to hover over her. I brush damp strands of copper hair from her flushed skin. Her eyes are hazy with pleasure, lips swollen from biting them.

“You’re stunning like this,” I whisper, brushing my thumb across her bottom lip.

She smiles lazily, that spark returning to her eyes.

I wrap my hand around my length. The sight of her stretched out beneath me, flushed and satisfied, has me fucking leaking.

Her eyes widen as she watches me stroke myself, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “What do you want?” she asks, voice husky from her release.

I move up her body, positioning myself above her chest. “I want to mark you. Want to see my cum all over these perfect tits.”

She moans, arching her back in a way that tells me she’s offering herself to me. “Yes, Beau. Do it.”

She’s so eager and willing, her full breasts heaving with each breath. I stroke myself faster, pressure building at the base of my spine as she reaches up to run her hands over my thighs, my abs, everywhere she can reach.

“You’re so fucking hot like this,” she says, voice filled with awe. “Taking what you want.”

Her words push me closer to the edge, my control slipping with each stroke. When her fingers brush against my balls, gently cupping them, I let out a groan that sounds as if it’s being ripped from my chest.

I’m right there, teetering on the edge, when she says something that breaks me.

“Please,” she whispers, “I need to feel you on me. Need to be yours.”

Mine.

With a strangled groan, I come hard, hot ropes painting across her pale skin, marking her breasts and collarbone. She bows into it, a soft moan escaping her lips like this is exactly what she wanted.

I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than Whitley covered in my cum, looking up at me with wide, satisfied eyes.

“Fuck,” I mutter, the word barely audible as I come down from the high.

She reaches up with delicate fingers, dragging them slowly through the mess on her chest. My cock twitches as she brings her fingers to her mouth, eyes locked on mine, and slips them between her lips, sucking them clean with a soft moan.

“Jesus Christ,” I groan.

Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she does it again, gathering more of my release on her fingertips before licking. “Mmm.”

“You’re trying to kill me,” I scold.

She laughs, the sound light and teasing. “Maybe. Is it working?”

I lean down, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss, tasting myself on her tongue. She responds instantly, arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer. When I pull back, her eyes are bright with mischief.

“So,” she says, trailing a finger down my chest, “does this mean you’re done being grumpy with me?”

“Don’t push your luck.”

“Too late.” She flashes that grin, shameless and radiant. “I think I’ve already hit the jackpot.”

I shake my head, the warmth she stirs in me curling low and deep. It’s not lust—well, not just that. It’s something that feels a hell of a lot like comfort. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

I slip off the bed and head for the bathroom. When I return with a warm cloth, she’s watching me, her soft gaze drifting over every inch of me like I’m something worth looking at.

I sit beside her and press the cloth gently to her chest and the hollow of her throat. She doesn’t look away when I run it over the curve of her collarbone. She just breathes, eyes locked on me.