Page 102 of Praised
“Can you come again?”
“Can you make me?”
The tease reminded me of our first night together, and immediately I was dedicated to the idea of him being the one who came so many times that he was boneless. A vision of Flynn crawling back to the bed, spent from all the sex sent a jolt though my balls, and I clenched my teeth together, trying to push myself away from the edge.
“What else do you see?” he asked.
“Me,” I whispered, admittedly softer than the rest.
“How do you look when you fuck me?”
Flushed.
I looked flushed because the talking was hot, but the describing was…well, the describing was hot, but it was also uncomfortable. Especially with him out of the frame.
“Like I was made to do it,” I answered.
“Are your nipples hard?”
“Yes.”
“Pinch them.” With his eyes on me, Flynn watched as I tweaked my nipple, gasping from the wet coldness of my fingers. He growled, turning his face back toward the floor. “You’re so unbelievably gorgeous.”
I chuckled, bracing one hand against his waist and the other around his shoulder so I could find better leverage.
“If you can still manage a five syllable word, I’m not doing too good back here,” I murmured.
“Then do better.”
“As you say, Mr. Galloway.”
I stopped talking, then.
We both stopped talking until my name was on lips and his cum was across his fingers. When Flynn came, all of those muscles I’d been admiring earlier when tense and taut, gripping my cock and milking the cum from me whether I was ready for it or not. My orgasm crashed through me and I fell forward, my weight taking Flynn’s arms out and sending his chest against the floor. My hips moved on their own, heat searing over me as I pumped my release into him.
Gasping, I rolled off of him, landing on top of a Tom Ford shoebox and the bottle of lube. Flynn’s legs collapsed under him and he landed on his stomach, the hand he’d been using to jerk off still sandwiched between him and the floor. He turned his head to the side, toward me, but he kept his eyes closed.
Flynn was handsome.
He always had been, and not just in a traditionally attractive way. He was chiseled and respectable with his dark hair and dark eyes, and those big hands of his. But Flynn was always the one to compliment me, to say the kind praise to me. I tried to remember the last time I’d told him how hot he was or how kind he was, and found myself coming up woefully short. More than anything, I’d spent our time together telling Flynn he was too dominant, too arrogant, too rich, just…too much.
“I love you,” I said quickly, finding the strength to scramble into a sitting position.
With a groan, he rolled onto his side and opened his eyes.“I love you too.”
“You’re…” There had to be a better word than handsome, better than gorgeous, better than pretty. “You’re breathtaking, Flynn.”
Those olive-toned cheeks of his turned red and the corner of his mouth pulled up into a tired but pleased smile.
“Thank you, Rose.”
“I mean it.” I didn’t know if it was the dopamine crash after the orgasm or all the time I’d spent staring at myself in the mirror and saying nice things to myself, but I wanted him to know I felt the same for him. That he deserved all of that praise and more. “I know I’ve been kind of hard to love, and I—”
“Don’t.” He cut me off, pressing his cum-stained fingers against my mouth to silence me. Instead, I licked the taste of him from his fingertips and went on.
“I’ve been argumentative.”
“I told you I don’t mind a challenge.”
