I grin and start to ride him, using his abs for leverage as I lift myself up and off his dick. He places both hands on my hips, and then we’re moving in tandem. When I rise up, he lifts me higher. When I sink down, he pulls me closer. Every time I bottom out, he shifts my body forward, putting more pressure on my sensitive bundle of nerves.

“See how pretty you look riding me, baby girl? You’re a fucking dream.”

I look down to where our bodies connect and watch as his length disappears inside me. It’s surprisingly hot—and shockingly intimate.

When I lift my head again, we make eye contact, and I freeze. The energy that’s run rampant between us for weeks encircles us now, the power of our connection ten times stronger than any emotion I’ve ever experienced. We could fuel a power grid with this electricity. And the best part of it is that I know—I just know—he’s alongside me for the ride.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers, brushing aside a damp strand of hair. I’m so overcome with emotion, I move to turn my head, hoping to hide how strongly this moment is hitting me. But he catches my chin with one hand and doesn’t let me pull away.

“I feel it, too,” he confesses, the power of the moment growing as he continues to stare, keeping me trapped in his gaze.

After another few seconds, he shudders, shakes his head, and lifts his hips, effectively breaking the trance.

“Fuck… you feel too good, baby girl. I’m not gonna last long. Let’s get you there again.”

Say what now?

I don’t have time to question him before he’s sitting up, wrapping his arms around my low back, and bowing his head to spit on my clit.

Legit. Right. On. My. Clit.

Should I give him some sort of award for that? A round of applause? Talk about shooting your shot.

Before my brain can catch up, he’s reaching a hand between us, stroking me in tight circles as he fucks me from below. I would protest and insist I’m good—but heat is rapidly rising up my neck.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Dem. Dempsey. I’m…”

“Yes, baby girl. Fuck, you feel so good. You’re gonna come again for me, aren’t you?”

I can barely nod as I let go of everything around me.

Every thought. Every worry. Every insecurity or witty remark.

It all pours out of my goddamn soul as my toes involuntarily tingle.

“Thatta girl,” he whispers directly into my ear as he strokes and fucks me. “Clench around me, princess. Let me feel how much you love this cock.”