“Yes!” I hear from behind me, and I’m not sure if it’s because she comes or if she knows I’m coming or sees me coming but that sound makes my heart swell that I’ve made her so happy. She pulls out of me and since I’m not sure if she’s come yet, I turn around and push her to her back and yank the harness from around her hips with so much force, there’s a good chance I break it in the haste to put my mouth between her legs.

“Fucking come for me, Whitney.”

“I did…” she moans.

“Give me another, then,” I growl against her as my hand finds my cock and I begin fisting it to get it ready to go inside her again. I look up at her just as her hand finds the back of my head pushing me harder against her cunt. I eat her hungrily as I feel her building again under my tongue, her clit pulsing and quivering as I eat her like I’m trying to climb inside of her.

“JP, oh my God.”

She whimpers as her grip on my hair tightens, and she raises her hips, trying to get me deeper and my God, Angel, if I could, I would.

“I’m going to come again.”

I open my eyes, just as I close my lips around her clit and her hands leave my head and find my arms and then my hands and then they’re interlaced with mine and I squeeze and she squeezes back and then she’s coming hard.

“OH MY GOD.”

She lifts her pelvis high enough for my hands to slide under her to grip her ass and I do, hard. I dig my nails into the flesh of her ass just as her needy clit pulses and she squirts all over the bottom half of my face. I tongue her through her orgasm, drawing every drop of the juices that flow from her. I lower her body to the bed and pull my hands from under her and begin to rub her pussy tenderly, pressing gentle kisses to the slick skin every few moments.

Her eyes flutter open and there are tears in them. “JP.”

She sits up and then she’s in my arms, sobbing and a part of me wants to join her. Today has been probably one of the worst of my life and our orgasms brought on by the intense love we have for each other were the cathartic releases that we needed more than we needed air. “Never let me go, please,” she begs and I can’t help but beg her to make a similar promise.

“As long as you never let me go.”

Chapter Twenty-Four