“Oh god,” I begged, my whole body shaking, my thighs trembling against his shoulders.
He kept eye contact and looked as pained as I felt. “f**k, Ciara.”
After kissing my ankle, he then bit my big toe and I yelled, “I’m coming!”
He came too and poured himself into me with a cry, holding himself deep inside me, one of his hands clutched around mine. The sensation of having him pour into me made me come again but gently this time, my body bowing to his, daring him to pull out.
I stroked his arms and a tear sprang free from my eye when he leaned up and looked down into my soul, surprised at his own wild abandon.
“You can wake me up anytime for this,” I said with a smile.
A momentary flicker of sadness crossed his face before he lowered and rested his cheek on my breast. I held him to me,
