I moaned loudly, with no regard to the fact there was someone else under this roof.
“I missed this.” My breathing was choppy, my voice strained.
“I missed you.”
In that moment, I hated to admit it, but Trinity did not chart in my universe. Neither did Wyatt, Gabriella, Catherine Costello, my parents, nor the entire state of North Carolina.
Only Cruz, and the way he made me feel.
“I think you just found my G-spot.” I caught his face in my hands.
“You mean, here?” He pulled up and thrusted deep inside me again, a husky rumble coming from his chest.
“Y—y-y-es.”
“Just to make it clear, that spot over there?” He withdrew and sank into me once more.
“Ohhhhh.”
“This one, right?”
I was so close to the edge, I didn’t know what to do with myself. Luckily, I didn’t have to know. Cruz did all the work for me.
He entered me fast and hard, his cock gliding into me again and again, creating delicious friction. My climax spiraled up like climbing ivy, encircling and chaining every organ in my body.
It was so intense. So delicious, I couldn’t stop panting. My body begged for release.
“Cruz. Cruz.”
He kissed me roughly, stuffing his tongue down my throat to shut me up.
“Shhh. You’ll wake the kid up and then I’m never going to visit Tennessee again.”
Laughter bloomed inside my chest, a weird mix of happiness and horniness taking over me. A minute later, I was riding the most intense wave of chain-orgasms I’d ever had in my entire life.
Period. Full stop. Exclamation point.
As soon as Cruz felt my release, he flipped me on my stomach, like I was light as a feather, and entered me from behind.
Spreading my thighs for him and coming up to my knees, I felt him pushing me back down, a little more roughly than your trusted MD should.
“Legs closed and ass down, sweetheart. More friction.”
“You have a dirty side. I like it.”
“Good, because there are a lot of filthy things I want to do with you.”
He was right. This was so much hotter than the classic doggy style I’d watched in porn (okay, let’s just get it out of the way—I’d watched a lot of porn prior to having sex with Cruz).
It was exquisite, and rough, and full of passion. I felt like he was setting me on fire. Another orgasm rippled through me in no time.
Cruz came, too.
This time inside me.
When he rolled off of me, he kissed my temple and said, “And no, you’re not pregnant.”
I shuddered. “You know me nauseatingly well.”