I’ve never liked to be told what to do, but when it comes to Fisher, I don’t mind it at all—at least when it comes to the bedroom.
“I’m gonna come,” he warns me. “Tell me where you want me.”
“I-In my pussy,” I stutter. “Please. I want to be so full of you.”
“Ebba.” My name sounds like a curse and a plea all in one.
Gasping, my back arches as my orgasm hits. Fisher covers my mouth with his hand to stifle my scream.
He falls apart a moment later and the sounds of his moans nearly trigger another orgasm for me. There’s something about a man being vocal about his pleasure that has always enhanced mine.
Slowly, our breaths even out and he pulls away.
“Shower?” I ask.
He shakes his head and picks me up easily. “I’m not done with you yet. Not even close.”
CHAPTER 16
FISHER
“Not done with me?”she repeats. “Should I be scared?”
Grinning, I pick her up and lay her down on the bed. Her dark curly hair melts around her and she spreads her legs open, giving me a front row seat to her perfect pussy and my cum that leaks out.
“Fuck.” I grit my teeth. “That’s so fucking hot, baby.”
Sliding her fingers down her body, she rubs against her core and pushes the leaking cum back in.
“You made a mess of me.”
“Yeah, I did.” I wonder if I sound as proud as I feel.
“Are you going to clean me up?” she taunts with a tiny smirk.
I shake my head. “Not yet.” My cock is still half-hard. I think I’m almost always at half-mast around her. Joining her on the bed, I hold my weight above her. “You’re so beautiful.”
She smiles. “I know.”
Laughing, I stroke my fingers over her cheek. “I love that you know it.”
Her warm brown eyes sparkle with humor. “What else do you love about me?”
“Everything.” There’s no point in beating around the bush. I’ve loved Ebba for years, even when we were broken up, I neverstopped. I’m not the kind of guy who can turn my feelings on and off like that. She’s always been it for me, even if I wasn’t it for her.
“Everything, huh?”
“Yeah.” I kiss her long and slow, until she’s breathless. “You have no idea.”
A tear leaks out of the corner of her eye, and I quickly wipe it away with my thumb.
“Why are you crying? Please, don’t cry, baby,” I beg.
“I’ve been so mean to you,” she sniffles.
I lower my body over hers, like somehow, I can physically shield her from the pain she’s feeling. “I deserved it.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I don’t think you did.”