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Too much to think about, she couldn’t handle his tongue, the words, but he slowed his kiss and eased up, tearing open the condom. “And if I didn’t need to come so bad I was going to die?”
She shuddered.
He sheathed himself and crawled up her body, nudging the head of his cock against her entrance as he sucked on her bottom lip. “I’d lick you.”
She breathed through the first thrust of his intrusion. Foreplay did wonders, but size was size, and Bishop’s cock was thick and long. The heavenly sensation of him entering her wasreal. Ella flexed her hips, trying to accommodate him.
“Kiss you,” Bishop continued, inching in, tangling his tongue with hers. “Suck that perfect, fucking little clit.”
God.She tossed her head to the side. “Please.”
“Damn, I feel that.” His low voice shook, growling into her mouth.
“Me too,” Ella gasped, needing more and pulling away. “More.”
He didn’t stop rocking until he was balls deep. Ella dug her nails into his back, crying that she loved him.
Bishop froze, his chest heaving. “Love you too, babe.”
Then he went hard and fast, not stopping. With each collision, she came closer and closer to reaching the stars again.
Her pussy clenched, and she held onto him as he pushed her to fly. “Bishop!”
A relay of excitement, one nerve ending to the next, shot up her arms and down her spine. She couldn’t breathe, didn’t think. He held her, and that was all that mattered as her climax erased the worst parts of the day, shattering every memory except forI love you. All she could do was exist. The only person in her world was Bishop. Him in her. On her. Making her feel as though together, they were invincible.
Emotion caught in her throat. Something from history and something from today. Words bubbled but wouldn’t come out. Whatever it was, it weighed heavy. She wanted to say something, needed to explain that she was grateful, explain that there was athank youto be shared.
“Are you okay, El?”
She simply nodded against his cheek.
“Good.” He had slowed through her orgasm to a gentle roll. Slow and steady. A beacon of strength in the wild—so very Bishop. “Give me your leg, Ella.”
Numb legs like jelly didn’t matter. He would get anything he asked for. She shifted, and he grasped behind her kneecap. With their new angle, all thoughts left her head as he stroked, unhurried.
“This is…”Paradise.
He captured her in a kiss, his tongue slow, dancing as fast as he made love. Lazy and languid, but still deep and dangerous, building her to the edge in the most undercover of ways.
Again, the wave of orgasm teased, toeing her to an insatiable end. “I am…”
“Yeah?” His hot breaths gasped as he amped up the piston of his hips. Every second passed with a more powerful pace. Even as he spun them to dizzying heights, Bishop controlled the maddening chaos until she could’ve sworn she was the center of his world, and he lived to bring her to that point.
His thrusts hit deep. Her pussy spasmed, rippling on his cock as she came. He groaned, his body quaking and possessing her in a way unlike she had ever experienced. Their orgasms slammed together. Their gulps for air mixed with exhausted, sated liplocks until they were slumped into two heaving bodies, coming down from a high as one.
“Thank you.” The words had finally come.
His green eyes opened, and he gave her a chin lift. With a light kiss, he released her leg, pulling away. Separate but still touching, they continued to catch their breath. Bishop let his fingers wind with hers.
“This was a good way to end a shitty day.” He squeezed her hand before rolling away and walking toward his bathroom.
She tossed her arm over her face. A million reactions ran through her head. But most notably, today had the worst, but now alsothe best, memories.