He was still inside me when I shifted, breathless and wrecked, muscles trembling.
But I wasn’t done.
Not even close.
I dragged myself up slowly, feeling every inch of him as he slipped out, leaving me empty and aching all over again. He groaned at the loss, head falling back against the seat, chest rising hard and fast.
I turned, straddling him, grabbing his jaw.
“My turn.”
His eyes snapped to mine—dazed, hungry, reverent. “f**k, Millie…”
I didn’t give him time to recover.
I kissed him—hard—then pulled back just enough to drag my soaked body over his. My breasts brushed his chest, still sensitive, still tingling from the way he’d handled them, and his hands shot to my hips, gripping tight.
But I didn’t let him lead.
I reached between us, wrapping my hand around him—still hard, st
