my mouth, squeezing my own eyes closed as I find the end of her. Jesus, it’s better than I ever imagined, better than anything I’ve ever experienced.
I go slow, pulling back and gliding back in, the grip around me enough to make me wish I’d prepared for her. It’s going to be over too soon, and any idea I had that once was all I needed to get her out of my system flies out the damn window, crashing to the New York streets below as I get lost in her.
“Slow,” she begs when I move too fast, thrust too hard. “I’m so full.”
Her words settle in my nuts, threatening to take me over the edge, and I cover her mouth with mine once again, whispering how good she feels, how she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me in my life.
She moans, her body finally catching up to the pleasure as her hips begin to move, meeting every motion of my hips.
“Flynn,” she pants, her eyelids fluttering.
“So fucking good, baby. Think I can make you come?”
Her mouth falls open, no words escaping as I lean back on my knees. Her eyes follow mine to where our bodies meet, the thick head of my cock barely breeching her as I lick my fingers and drop them to her clit.
She whimpers, and it’s the most seductive sound I’ve ever been a witness to as I rub circles to the swollen bundle of nerves.
“I’m going to need you to come, baby. I’m not going to last.”
“I don’t think—” She moans, her head arches back, eyes closed when I readjust, angling my cock toward the sensitive part inside of her, the same spot I brushed with my fingers the other night in her room.
“That’s it, baby. Feel me,” I groan, my balls tight and ready. “I need this pretty pussy to come, Remington.”
Her eyes flash, mouth still hanging open, and then it happens. Her body locks up, pussy fluttering in release down my cock, and I lose my mind, hips snapping forward as she rides out her orgasm. Her cheeks are flushed, the redness spreading down her throat and teasing the swell of her bouncing tits.
“Jesus,” I gasp, applying pressure to her lower belly and slamming my hips forward over and over. “That’s it. So pretty when you come.”
Then all talking is over as my nuts seize, pulsing out my own release.
Falling forward, I press my face into her neck, arms around her waist as I hold her close.
Fuck, I’m going to miss this woman.
Chapter 24
Remington
I groan, every muscle in my body sore as I roll over in the bed. I don’t freak immediately when my wandering hand finds cold sheets rather than Flynn’s warm chest. He’s an early riser, something I’ve noticed since he’s been at my house. I smile, a small tug at the corners of my mouth at his sweetness. Letting me sleep in after such a life-altering night shows his kindness, but I hate that he’s not holding me right now.
My muscles protest when I climb out of the bed, but I manage to ignore the throb between my legs. I’m sore, but my body is begging me to find him and have him inside of me all over again. I throw on the robe I was wearing last night, barely cinching it at the waist before seeking him out.
When I hear movement in the other room, I speed up my pace, only to find hotel staff rolling in a cart.
“Good morning,” I whisper to a member of the hotel staff as they situate breakfast trays on the table, a meal Flynn must’ve ordered as my eyes dart around the room looking for him.
The staff member returns my greeting before exiting the room. I sit, refusing to acknowledge that sinking feeling in my gut. I spend the next twenty minutes nibbling on the gourmet meal, waiting for him to show back up. I’ve convinced myself he went out for a run, something he always does in the morning—usually on the treadmill at the house—but an hour later and with no sign of him that conviction dies a slow death.
I have thick skin. It became that way at an early age at the demands of my mother. Even as a child, crying when upset was not tolerated. Only smiling faces were allowed in Carla’s world. The public had to believe we were perfect regardless of the emotions pulling us down. So that’s how I leave the hotel, head up,