Chapter 23
I s h o u l d ’ v e b e e n tapped out. I was three orgasms in, sweaty, and breathless. But something about the way Woods was lying back on those silk sheets, arms behind his head, dick hard again and glistening, eyes low like he was waiting on me… my body didn’t get the memo.
“You just gon’ look at it?” he asked, voice deep and smooth. “Or you gon’ do somethin’ wit’ it?”
I dragged my tongue over my bottom lip, breathing heavy. “I’m thinking.”
He smirked. “Think faster.”
I climbed on top, slowly, with my knees on either side of his hips. My hand wrapped around his dick to guide it inside, and he hissed under his breath when he made contact.
“Shit… yeah. Just like that…” And once I started sinking down on him, his whole face changed. “Fuck, Autumn…”
That stretch and pressure were perfect. I held onto his shoulders, mouth open, moaning low as I took every inch until he was all the way in. My thighs trembled, but I held it. He didn’t move. Just let me adjust and own the moment.
“Mmm…”
“You good, gorgeous?” he asked, hand coming up to cup my breast, thumb brushing my nipple.
I nodded, rolling my hips in a slow circle. “Real good.”
“Not gon’ lie, you look good as fuck on top of me,” he said, voice gritty. “I could get used to this view.”
I leaned down and kissed him as our bodies moved together, rhythm syncing like we’d done this a hundred times before. And the way he held my waist, the way he moved his hips to meet mine, grinding up slowly like he wanted me to feel it deep? Whew. It was everything.
“Oh, fuck…” I whimpered, switching it up a little. I bounced on his dick with my feet planted on the bed and my hands planted on his chest.
He groaned, teeth clenched. “Shit, Autumn… I swear you tryna get pregnant…”
“Don’t… even… think… about it.”
“You feel too damn good, baby.” His hands slid to my ass, gripping it tight, guiding me faster as he thrusted up into me. The sound of our bodies slapping filled the room, and I was close to cumming again.
“I—Woods… oh, shiiiit…”
“I gotchu. Keep goin’, baby. Just like that.” He sat up, wrapped his arms around my back, and sucked on my neck as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I rolled my hips harder… faster. I came again, shaking in his arms, moaning into his mouth as he whispered, “Yeah… that’s what I needed.”
He flipped me over quickly, still deep inside me, and started stroking harder and with more intention than before. He was deeper as fuck. So fucking deep.
“Too… deep…”
“Eyes on me,” he demanded.
I looked up, lips parted, chest rising. “Woods…”
“You feel that?”
“Y-yessss…” I nodded.
“This dick fuckin’ loves you, baby.”
“Shit… I love… him too.”
His lips found mine again, all tongue and breath and heat. Like a message. And when we came together, Woods groaned my name in my ear all deep and drawn-out.
He stayed there for a second, buried deep, forehead against mine, both of us catching our breath in the dark. Then he kissed me again, and it hit me that we’d crossed the line. But, at that moment, I didn’t care. Because this clearly wasn’t just fucking. This was more.