I work her through every last wave, gentling my tongue, kissing her softly until she finally goes boneless beneath me.
When I look up, there are tears on her cheeks.
But she's smiling.
"Holy shit," she whispers, and it's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard.
I crawl up her body, letting my chest brush against hers, feeling her heart still hammering against my ribs. I settle beside her on the cool sheets, taking in the view.
Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes glazed and a little red-rimmed, but she’s smiling. Actually smiling. It’s a fucking masterpiece.
“How was that?” I ask.
“Yeah.” She turns her head to look at me, her expression equal parts wonder and disbelief. “I just… I didn’t know I could still do that.”
“Do what?” I brush a strand of hair from her forehead. “Come that hard? Or be that loud?”
“Both,” she admits, her laugh turning into a soft, embarrassed groan. She covers her face with her hands. “Oh my god. The entire building just heard me, didn't they?”
I gently pry her hands away, lacing my fingers with hers against the pillow. “Let ‘em hear. Let the whole damn town know Zoey Morrison is having the best sex of her life.”
She shakes her head, but she’s still smiling. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m thorough.” I lean in and kiss her shoulder. “And I’m not done. That was just the warm-up act.”
She shifts, rolling onto her side to face me. Her hand comes up to trace the line of my jaw, her touch feather-light over the faded bruise.
“Now I think you're just showing off.”
“For you?” I catch her hand and press a kiss to her palm. “Always. Haven't you worked out yet that it’s my new favorite hobby.”
Her expression softens, the last of the tears making her eyes shine. “I mean it, Colt. I… forgot what that felt like. To just… let go. It was good!”
I pull her closer, until our legs are tangled together.
“You never have to be quiet with me, Zo. Not ever.” I kiss the top of her head. “In fact, I’m putting in a formal request for more of those screams. I’m a big fan.”
She laughs against my chest, the vibration a sweet, perfect thing. “You would be.”
“Damn right.” I run my hand down the smooth curve of her spine, resting it on the swell of her perfectly round ass. “So.Now that we’ve established you’re a fucking demon in bed when properly motivated… ready for the encore?”
She tilts her head back to look up at me. “You think you can top that?”
I slide my hand lower, cupping her pussy.
“Sweetheart,” I murmur, my lips against hers. “I haven’t even gotten started.”
I slide back between her thighs and dip my head. I eat her out again, and when she shatters a third time, I crawl up her body and slide my cock sliding against her soaked heat.
I set a punishing rhythm, watching every flicker of pleasure on her face.
It's crazy good.
We move together perfectly and the whole time I can’t look away. Not when I roll her beneath me, not when she rides me, not when I finally spill deep inside her with a groan against her throat.
Afterward, she curls into my side, tracing the unfinished tattoo on my ass when she finally falls asleep. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, one hand stroking her hair, the other on her hip.
She keeps twitching in my sheets, like her body has finally, truly relaxed.