Aligning our hips, I drew my cock from her clit all the way down to her entrance. She gasped, rolling her hips. I slid inside her the next second, and nearly came.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groaned. Her inner muscles still pulsed from her last orgasm; her nerve endings were still sensitive.
I moved in and out, pushing up on my elbows so I could watch her, drink in the way her expression changed—from chasing pleasure to being overwhelmed by it.
The second she surrendered to her second orgasm, every muscle in my body burned and tightened, but I didn’t want to let go just yet.
Straightening up, I hooked my forearms under her knees, pulling her toward me. I wanted her at this angle, where I had a perfect view of her breasts bouncing with every thrust. She rode out her wave of pleasure until she was spent, barely able to meet my movements. Smiling, she clenched her inner muscles.
Fuck.
My hips shot forward. Pleasure blindsided me, licking up my spine, spreading to my limbs. I wasn’t in control of my body anymore. I’d never felt anything like it.
“Fuuuck, Heather.”
I stopped midthrust, the breath knocked out of me, and fought for a lungful of air. When she clenched her inner muscles again, I gave in to my orgasm, losing myself in this woman completely.
I wanted to stay entwined like this, but knew I was crushing her with the weight of my body, so I shifted a few inches to the right.
She rolled on her side, making room for me. I lay down on my side too, facing her.
She grinned. “Watch it. Don’t scoot too far back, or you’ll fall out of bed.”
I laughed, moving closer until our fronts were touching. I hooked her upper thigh on top of me.
“Speechless, are you?” she teased, running one finger from the corner of my mouth down my neck. Her skin was damp, her hair clung to the back of her neck and temples, but she was right, I was even more out of sorts than she was. Time to change that.
I rolled her on top of me, chuckling when she yelped.
“What’s this for?” she asked, bracing her palms on my chest.
She was grinning. I wiggled my eyebrows. “I’ll show you speechless.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Heather
On Sunday evening, Ryker and I returned to New York. Avery was coming tomorrow with Mom, who’d decided to spend the whole week here.
“I have an idea,” Ryker said as he pulled out his phone to order an Uber.
I grinned. “Oh, yeah?”
“Spend the night at my apartment.”
“Why did I know you were going to ask me that?” I teased.
By way of answering, he just wiggled his eyebrows. I was still racking my brain for ways to make him tell me what he and Avery had talked about. They’d exchanged secret glances in Arizona , but I couldn’t get anything out of her, hard as I tried.
As soon as we stepped inside his apartment, all my worries slammed back into me. I hadn’t told him yet about my issue with the landlord, because he honestly had enough on his plate and I didn’t want to add to that. I could still stay in my apartment until the end of the month, but that was it. I just had to figure something out. I always managed to come out ahead.
Aside from the office issues, there was a new gala coming up in three weeks, and he had plenty to do.
“How’s the gala coming along?”
“I’m going there tomorrow evening, meeting with the moderator.” A few seconds later, he added, “Want to come with me?”
“When? Mom and Avery arrive at seven.”