He began to move, gripping my hips, slamming into me at a punishing pace, and I felt myself climbing toward the edge once more.
“That’s it, angel,” he murmured, his eyes locked on mine. “Come for me.”
His words sent me tumbling over the edge. I cried out his name, spiraling into waves of pleasure as he found his own release. With a deep groan he pulled out, spilling his seed on my stomach before collapsing to the bed beside me in a breathless, twitching heap.
I trailed a finger down my belly, bringing it up to my lips for a taste. “Guess your pull-out game is stronger than I thought.” I giggled teasingly, planting a kiss on his cheek before hopping to my feet and running for the shower.
It wasn’t long before he stepped in behind me, joining me under the hot spray. As the water cascaded
