That was all I had, but he seemed to accept it because he said, “Don’t let up, Jo. I want you to come just like this.”
I wasn’t far from that.
He swiped his finger across my clit.
“Oh fuck!” I gasped.
As I lifted off him, gliding up to his tip, he bounced his hips, giving me short, hard thrusts, flicking my clit like his fingers were his tongue.
“Someone’s getting so fucking close.”
I was so overtaken by these swirls inside my body that my back fell against his chest. But I didn’t stop moving. I used his muscles to push off, to grind over him.
Like this was a dance.
His breaths were my music; his fingers were my beat, each tugging at my orgasm.
“Make me come, Jo.”
And his words were my fuel.
I held his thighs, sliding to his tip and then burying his dick to the base. With each dip, I moved faster. Pleasure was spreading through me and through him, so obvious in his moans.
“You’re getting tighter.” His fingers bit into me. “You’re going to fucking come again.”
Wanting him to feel as good as me, I turned my hips and used my feet, lifting myself up, rocking against him. When he bit the back of my neck, his exhales turning to grunts, I knew he was close.
“Come with me.”
The orgasm was already there.
Even more so when two of his fingers started thrumming over my clit in the most achingly erotic way.
“Oh fuck!” I swallowed, sucking in more air. “Jenner!” The tingles were taking over my movements, drawing each one out, causing me to shake so hard that I was bucking over his cock. “Yes!”
“Milk it.”
I shuddered.
“I want your fucking cunt to milk my cock.”
As we moved together, I screamed, the intensity peaking, and I turned even louder when I felt him lose it, his hips rearing back to plow into me, his fingers biting my skin.
“Ah fuck.” His arm wrapped across my chest. “Take it. Take my fucking cum.”
I rode through the rest of his orgasm and mine, and when we both stilled, my legs straightened, collapsing all my weight on top of him.
His other arm crossed my chest, and he held me against him. He kissed the back of my neck, his lips stalling on my cheek. “I’ll never get tired of your screaming, Jo. Damn it, it’s my favorite sound.” He turned my face, our lips meeting. “You can start my weekend that way anytime you want.”
It was an invitation.
One that made me smile.
“Anytime?”
He nodded, his stare owning me. “If it comes with a greeting like that, yes.”