Can I Come Over

“Fuck…Fuck…” My fingers gripped the sheets as he buried himself deeper, as he began to thrust in and out of me and fuck me harder than I’d ever been fucked before.

Using his hips to keep me under his control, he kept pace with his hard and relentless rhythm—making me moan louder and louder with every stroke.

I shut my eyes and cried out in utter pleasure as he owned my body with his, but within seconds, he was pulling me back by my hair.

“Open your eyes, Christina,” he said, whispering. “I want you to watch me while I fuck you…”

I kept them shut.

He gripped my hair a little harder and slapped my ass, forcing my eyes to flutter open.

My eyes met his in our reflection, and I took in the sight of our entwined bodies, our sex.

He pressed a long, hard kiss against my shoulder, and then he started fucking me even harder.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him—off us. I was transfixed by the sight of him grinding against me, at how fucking perfect he looked thrusting his cock inside of me.

Feeling more aroused than I’d ever been, I slid a hand between my thighs and pressed two fingers against my swollen clit.

I moaned in pleasure at the juxtaposition of our rhythms, and realized that he was now transfixed by me.

He watched as I took every stroke from him, as I grinded against him and matched whatever he gave.

“Fuck, Christina…” He groaned and grabbed my neck, gently squeezing it.

My pussy throbbed against his cock, and he slowly released his hand. Trailing his tongue against the crease of my back, he whispered. “I want you to come on my cock, Christina…”

I dropped my hands to the sheets again, clawing at them as tremors began traveling up and down my spine, as my legs began to shake under him.

“I’m ahhhh…” I moaned. “I’m going to…I’m going to…”

“Yes…” he whispered. “I know…”

I took one last look at our reflection, watching him pound into me, and I screamed his name as I came apart under him.

Oh my god…

I felt him thrusting into me a few more times, felt him grip my hips and still as he reached his own orgasm.

Our breathless panting was the only sound in the room for several minutes, save for the few wet kisses he was pressing against my bare shoulder.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, slowly pulling out of me.

I bit back a sigh at the loss of contact, wanting to feel him inside of me all over again.

Moments later, he slid his hand under me and flipped me over.

He stared at me as he trailed his hand from my neck to my stomach, down between my thighs again.

“Are you leaving now?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

“Of course not.” He smirked, grabbing my ankles and spreading my legs a bit wider. “We have seven months of fucking to catch up on…”

The sound of rain attacking the windows made my eyes flutter open the next morning.

Just when I thought that there was any chance that the night before was a dream, I realized that I was wrapped in Dane’s arms—my ass pressed firmly against his cock. I wanted to pretend like last night was a blur, but I couldn’t. I vividly remembered every single place on my body where he’d kissed and dominated me.

“Good morning…” He kissed my hair and squeezed me a bit harder before sitting up.

I rolled over to face him, completely sated and confused.

He trailed a hand down my bare thigh, keeping his eyes on mine. “Are you okay?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I think we do have some things that we need to talk about.”

“Hmmm.” He smiled and stepped out of the bed. He walked over to my side and grabbed my hands, pulling me up. “Let’s figure it out in the shower, then.”

“Wait,” I said, holding back. “What happens now?”

“What do you mean?”

“With us, with this…” My voice trailed off. “I mean, I know that we really can’t be much of anything past today, and I’m flying home at the end of the week, so…” I tried to look away from his eyes, but I couldn’t. “Are we still going to write letters via the app and act as if this never happened or—” The rest of my sentence ended on his lips and he cupped my face in his hands—kissing me until I was utterly breathless.

When he pulled away, I sucked in a breath and he trailed a finger against my swollen lips.

“We made plans for the weekend in our letters,” he said, now tilting my chin up with his fingertips. “So, we’ll stay in this hotel until the next morning, and we’ll start with brunch at that place I told you about before you come home with me.”

“Then we’ll do a few tourist things?”

“No,” he said, smiling. “That’s not what we discussed at all.”