There. That spot. Remember it.
"Right there." Her voice is ragged, barely recognizable. "Cole, I'm so close, don't stop—"
"Tell me you want this." Pressure builds at the base of my spine, my balls drawing tight, but I hold back. Not yet. Not until she says it. "Say it."
"I want it." The words come out half-sobbed. "I want you. I want to come so hard I can't think. I want—" Her voice cracks on something raw. "I want to stop being numb."
The words hit me like a fist.
Eight years. Eight years of feeling nothing, surviving instead of living, and she's asking ME to make her feel.
Her jaw sets in the mirror, decision made. I watch the last thread of her restraint snap.
She stops bracing against my thrusts and starts pushing BACK. Meeting me stroke for stroke, her ass pressing into my hips, chasing her own pleasure with a greed I've never seen from her. The change in angle makes us both groan. I sink deeper, hit harder, and she takes every inch like she's been starving for it.
"That's it." I'm barely holding on. My thighs burn, sweat sliding down my back. "Fuck. Just like that, firefly—"
"Harder." She's watching herself now. Actually watching her own face twist with pleasure. "I can take it. Give me more."
I reach around and find her clit, circling with two fingers while I fuck her. Her whole body shudders, her pussy clamping down so hard my vision whites out at the edges.
"Come for me." I thrust deeper, fingers working her in tight circles. "Take that too. I want to feel you come on my cock."
She screams when she comes.
Not a moan or a whimper, but a full-throated scream that echoes off the walls as her orgasm tears through her. Her pussypulses around me in waves, milking my cock, and I watch her face in the mirror. The way it crumples, her mouth falling open, the way she looks completely undone and utterlyalive.
"Kuso—" The Japanese rips out of me. I am right there, right on the edge, every muscle locked tight. "Angelina, I'm going to—"
"Inside me." She is still shaking, still clenching around me. "I want to feel you come inside me."
Mine.
The word sears through me, absolute. She has no idea what she's asking for. No idea that for the past two days, I've made sure those little pink pills won't do a goddamn thing.
And she is asking me to come inside her.
I bury myself to the hilt and let go.
The orgasm slams through me hard enough to blank my mind. I feel my cock pulsing as I spill into her, filling her, claiming her from the inside in a way she doesn't even know. A sound tears from my throat, something between a groan and a growl.
My forehead drops to her shoulder. Both of us gasping, sweat-slick skin pressed together.
For a long moment, neither of us moves.
Then she shifts, and I slip out of her with a groan. I glance down and watch my cum drip down her inner thighs, white against flushed skin.
She turns in my arms, back against the vanity, and looks up at me. Her mascara is completely ruined. Her hair is a disaster. The room reeks of sex and spilled perfume, and the afternoon sun catches the gold flecks in her eyes.
"I really liked that Chanel." She is fighting a smile, and losing.
"I meant it. A hundred bottles."
"Ridiculous." Her smile breaks through, crooked and devastating.
"Mmm." She reaches up, traces a scratch on my shoulder that she must have put there. "Take me to bed? The vanity's getting uncomfortable."
I scoop her up before she finishes the sentence.