“Yes,” I moan. “That’s what I wanted. All I wanted.” No matter what else is true, this chemistry between us isn’t a new thing. “Isn’t it what you wanted, too?”

He doesn’t answer me with words. He just keeps stroking me on the inside, sending pleasure coiling through me, tighter and tighter. “What I want is for you to come for me. Right now.”

It’s like his words unlock something inside me. I whimper and then I’m orgasming, my pussy clenching around his fingers. “Oh fuck.”

“That’s it. That’s my girl.” He keeps stroking, keeps my orgasm coming in wave after wave, until I’m damn near sobbing. Only then does...