Right before I fall off the cliff, the shudders sweeping over me, carrying me away. He steadily pumps inside of me, never pausing while the orgasm races through me, and I swear it draws it out even longer, until I’m a shaking, whimpering mess.

Isaac kisses me, his mouth gentle, his words hot as he whispers, “So fucking beautiful when you come.”

I kiss him hungrily, tremors still racking my body as I cling to him. He increases his pace, his hips pumping as he drives his cock inside of me. I lose myself to the sensation of his rhythmic thrusts, the way he fills me, how good it is between us already.

So good.

My body lights up, responding to his, and I wrap my arms around his neck, burying my fingers in his hair as I pull him in close to kiss him. It’s a sloppy kiss. Sexy. He moans into my mouth, his control slipping and that fills me with heady delight. Such a wondrous thing, to watch a man fall apart because of you. I had forgotten how amazing it is.

How empowering.

He breaks the kiss first, his pace increasing to the point that our skin slaps together, his grunts keeping time with his every push inside my body. I crack my eyes open, watching him in complete fascination as I reach up and brush the hair away from his forehead.

Isaac doesn’t even notice. He’s too intent, chasing after his orgasm, until finally, he’s the one who’s coming, his groans loud as he holds himself still above me. His eyes are squeezed closed, the muscles in his neck standing out in sharp relief. I keep watching as the orgasm takes over him, a groan sounding low in his throat as he thrusts once. Twice. One last time before he collapses on top of me.

He’s heavy, but I don’t mind. It feels good, being trapped beneath his muscular, damp with sweat body. I trace my fingers along his shoulders, pressing my mouth to his forehead as he rests his head on my chest, our bodies still connected. His heart races so fast, almost as fast as mine, and I don’t say anything. I just let him lie there and catch his breath and thoughts.

“Fuck me,” he groans, though he doesn’t sound upset. No, he doesn’t sound upset at all, which makes me smile.

“Yeah,” I offer in agreement because I don’t know what else to say.

He lifts his head, smiling down at me. Oh, the look of pure satisfaction on his face is a sight to see. He’s adorably sexy.

Scratch that. He’s just flat-out sexy.

“Yeah? That’s all you have to say?” He dips his head, his mouth finding mine. “I didn’t rock your world?”

“Are you fishing for compliments?” I murmur against his lips.

“Maybe.” He grins. I can’t help but do the same.

“It was good,” I tell him.

“Great,” he murmurs.

“Wonderful,” I add.

“Fantastic,” he agrees. “Maybe we should do it again. See if it’s just as good as it was the first time.”