“What?” I asked, my voice sounding very strained.
She cleared her throat. “I think I want to be on top.”
I reversed our positions, rolling so that she was on top, with my head resting on the pillow she’d been using all night.
“Better?” I asked her.
She wiggled on top of me, her body taking mine in just a bit deeper, and clenched and unclenched her pelvic floor muscles.
“Yesssss,” she hissed. “Oh, yes.”
That’s when she became wild.
With nothing to do but experience her—I still couldn’t see anything but the glare of the red numbers on the alarm clock—I closed my eyes, put my hands above my head, and enjoyed the ride.
She felt like a hot, slick fist that was made for hugging my cock.
Up and down she slammed until suddenly I didn’t know if I could hold off long enough for her to finish.
But before I could really start to worry, those tightening muscles started to ripple again.
Her hands slammed down onto my chest, and she shrieked in surprise as an orgasm slammed into her.
Once again, her fingernails were digging into my skin—my chest this time—but I didn’t care.
My hands went to her hips when she started to drape herself forward and slow.
Unable to stop myself, I yanked her down hard, making sure that she continued to move on me until my own orgasm smashed into me.
Like a wrecking ball, the world around me exploded.
Lights started to dance behind my eyelids, and my body clenched so hard that a cramp in my midsection hit me that would’ve made me freeze any other time.
And don’t even get me started on my head.
The throbbing was so bad that I couldn’t fuckin’ breathe without what felt like my brain slamming against my skull.
But goddamn, was every single second of the sex with Belle worth it.
Eyes closed, I finally let her go long enough for her to collapse completely onto my chest.
I reluctantly pulled out from her still spasming pussy, knowing without a doubt that that was one thing we didn’t need to chance right now—any mishaps with the condom.
I left her in a wet slide that did nothing to help my dick go down.
And when she flipped her head to rest her cheek against my pec, I didn’t make a move to dislodge her hair from my face.
I couldn’t.
I was so content—as long as I didn’t move my head—that I knew that I could sleep like this all night long.
“You’re like, super-duper quiet when you fuck me,” she whispered. “It was really weird.”
My lips twitched up into a small smile.
I snorted. “I talk when I have something to say. But when I’m concentrating, I tend to trail off and let other things do my talking for me.”
“Well, your other thing worked really well with relaying how you felt,” she panted next to me. “I’m on the pill. Next time we do this, you’re doing it bare.”