Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Barrett
I may not be able to look Goldie in the eye, but everything else between us connects on the deepest level.
With our hands joined together, I slide in deep, listening to her gasp, feeling her tight muscles mold around me.
“You feel so fucking good, princess. So fucking tight.”
Deeper and deeper, she takes me. The tightness of this position threatens to wreck me in minutes, but I’m determined to keep going. To make her feel as good as she possibly can. It’s what she deserves.
I pump in slowly and thoroughly, covering her neck and shoulder with kisses, filling her head with all the good things she deserves.
“Tell me if I’m too heavy.”
She wriggles under me, driving me so crazy I’m almost nutting too soon. “I love it. I love your hard body on top of me. It feels good. Don’t get up. Please, I’m fine.”
Being with Goldie is like being in another dimension, where only pleasure exists. No thoughts. No logic. No control.
She writhes and wiggles. Her sexy moans make me crazy hard. Her tightness might kill me.
I nut into her with a roar, hitting her spot at the same time, and we come together.
I’ve never felt so connected to another human.
“Goldie. You’re perfect. You’re fucking perfect.”
“Barrett,” she whispers weakly.
Carefully, slowly, I lift myself off of her, pull out, and lie on my side.
I turn her toward me.
“Baby?” I say, seeing the question in her eyes.
She smiles up at me, out of breath and looking completely worn out. As she should be. “I want you to kiss me.”