Page 41 of The Getaway
“Sometimes yes, but I’m…” Bri trails off, flattening her palms on my chest and sitting back just slightly with a moan. “So close.”
The need to touch her spikes through me once more and I have to clutch the sheets beside me. She’s so close, her pussy squeezing around my cock in a vise grip and so perfect as she teeters toward her orgasm. All I can do is let her use my body.
And fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing ever.
My knee bends slightly and my hips lift on their own accord to meet her next thrust. Her eyes shoot open as she glares down at me.
“Stop moving.”
“It was just my knee!” The fib slips free. We both know it was more than that, and I shrug, grabbing at her thigh while she squints down at me before slamming herself down on my cock. She stays seated there for a second, pussy gripping me tightly and it takes everything in me to not grab her by the hips and force her to move again.
“Noah. Stay fucking still.”
Painstakingly slow, she rises onto her knees, my cock slowly slipping from her tight cunt until only the tip rests at her entrance. Panting heavily, she supports her weight above me with her hands on my chest, one right above my heart, and stays where she is while speaking.
“Every time you move, it changes the angle.” Bri starts lowering herself down half my length before pushing up once more. “I am so close, but then you fucking move and I’m left chasing after my orgasm.”
With that, she drops her weight, swallowing my cock with her pussy and starts moving with determination.
“You said I can take your pleasure,” she taunts me with a smirk. “So, stay fucking still and let me take it.”
Her words course through me, seeping into my veins and making me groan at just how amazing she is. Unable to resist, I suck in a breath through clenched teeth before speaking.
“God, you’re fucking magnificent.”
My grip on her thigh might leave bruises but it’s all I can do to keep myself in place while she uses me. She writhes above me, her movements becoming more erratic. Pleasure builds and gathers at the base of my spine, reminding me that I’m not going to last much longer.
Bri moans my name at the same time her pussy flutters around me, and her back straightens at the start of her orgasm. She slips down my cock, grinding her clit against my pelvis while her body shakes as she cums.
“You can move now.” Her words are breathless, and I waste no time listening. Pushing up, I knock her hands away from my chest and reach down to grab both her thighs and guide her legs to wrap around me as I sit up.
Once we’re both upright, she’s slightly limp in my arms as I pound up into her tight pussy. More moans slip from her lips, and all I can do is watch her face as I fuck and draw out her orgasm. It doesn’t take long for me to finish, not with how she clenches while chanting my name like a prayer.
She’s a fucking siren, taking her pleasure from by body and dragging mine out with hers.
“Fucking hell, Sugar,” I groan. “You feel amazing.”
With my hold on her ass, I lift her once more before dropping her on my cock. We groan in unison and with the next grip of her pussy, I’m gone. Holding her in place, I empty myself into her.
At this moment, nothing else matters. Not the jealousy that tore through me earlier while that masseuse had his hands all over her, not the fact that we only have one more day together and the possibility of never seeing her again. None of it.
With Bri smiling lazily as she leans in to kiss me… this moment, and the woman looking at me as if I hung the stars, is the only thing that matters.
I kiss her back, moving us both as I lay her in the bed beside me, an idea forms. She snuggles into me, draping an arm around my chest and I rub her back, holding her close while I think of what I need to do.
All I need is for her to fall asleep.
Chapter 13- Sabrina
The smell of coffee and ocean air assaults my nose, making me smile before I even open my eyes.
Aside from that first morning here when I woke up early to watch the sunrise, I’ve taken advantage of the chance to sleep in. Back home, I’m normally up with the sun and one of the first people in the office. So being here, where I’m only on the schedule I’ve given myself, has been a refreshing change in pace.
That, and the fact that Noah and I can’t seem to keep our hands off each other so I end up practically passing out in his arms from sex exhaustion.
Thinking about Noah is what has me stretching, my hand going to his side of the bed, only to be met with cold sheets. My brows furrow as I push up and finally peel my eyes open. He’s been up before me for the past two days, but after getting back into bed, he would sit next to me until I fully woke up. If it weren’t for the smell of coffee, I would almost think he left.
My heart squeezes at the realization that today is our last full day together, and that after tomorrow, I won’t wake up beside him anyways.