“I wish you could see this view,” I told her, slowing down and taking my time with every new thrust. “The way you’re stretching open for me, how your tight little pussy hugs my cock every time I pull out.”

“Clay,” she moaned, and then in a move I was not expecting, she lowered her chest down to the bed and reached through her legs, through mine, until her fingertips gently caressed my balls.

The noise that came from me was one I didn’t recognize, and I saw a whole universe of stars as she did the move again. I could barely keep pace, barely focus on anything with her touching me there, and with more confidence when I didn’t tell her to stop, she rolled them in her palm, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure to drive me over the edge.

“Oh fuck, Giana. I… I…”

I couldn’t even warn her, couldn’t say a fucking word as my release spilled violently from me, taking every ounce of awareness I had and focusing on that one euphoric feeling. I pounded into her, savoring every thrust of my release like it was the sweetest drug.

And it was.

She was.

It was the longest orgasm I’d ever had, one that continued to assault me with wave after wave even when I was sure it was over. I didn’t know if it was her hands on my balls or just her, period, but I was so fucking spent by the time I stopped coming, it was all I could do to carefully pull out of her and roll to the side, my chest heaving, lungs burning from the exercise.

“Holy shit,” Giana said, crawling over until she was lying on my chest. “Is it… is it always like this?”

“Never,” I answered honestly, and I cocked a brow at her before we both erupted in laughter.

I pulled her into me then, our legs tangling together as we held onto each other and traced lines on our bare skin as our breathing slowly calmed.

Eventually, our breaths evened out, the room growing quieter, more still. I ran my fingers through her hair, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as something achingly foreign pulled at my heart.

“I’m yours,” she whispered, as if she knew where my spiral was taking me, how I was picturing a day when she’d decide I wasn’t enough for her, a day when she’d walk away and leave me in her dust.

I swallowed against the tightness that built in my throat at the nightmarish thought, choosing to find comfort in her words instead of questioning the truth of them.

“And I’m yours,” I whispered back.

Her arms tightened around me, and for one night, everything was perfect.

We should have known it could never stay that way.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Giana