Page 55 of While He Breathes

I open my mouth to argue, but he shakes his head slowly, a smirk tugging up the corners of his lips at my surprise.

“Imagine how good it’s going to feel for both of us with the vibrations.”

“But you’re already bigger than I can handle.”

“It’ll fit.” He winks as he grasps my hips and lifts me like I weigh nothing at all, perching me with my legs on either side of his.

I nibble at my bottom lip nervously, watching closely as he notches himself at my entrance against the small vibrator that’s already seated. Jesus.

If I thought I was a boneless mess before, I have a feeling it’s going to pale in comparison.

“Am I allowed to come?”

“Yes, Ember. You can come as often as you like while you ride me. But I doubt I’ll last long after not being inside your pretty cunt for such a long time.”

I let out a breath of relief before carefully sinking down against him. The stretch is intense. So fucking intense, I can hardly breathe as he fills me.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “God, I love your sweet pussy. So tight and wet for me.”

I moan as I roll my hips, getting used to the new position.

In the week we spent together, we fucked in almost every position you can think of, but every time he pulled me on top of him, I got nervous, and he immediately rolled us.

Somehow, I don’t think I’m going to get away with that this time around.

The vibrations intensify, and I cry out, clutching onto his shoulders to steady myself as I grind against him. The vibrator presses against my G-spot with every movement, and the feeling is so intense. My entire body trembles, and tears fall against my cheeks.

Jesus Christ.

Am I just having one big orgasm?

“That’s it, baby. God, you feel so good. So fucking good.” He thrusts up into me, tearing a strangled scream from my throat. “Just like that, Ember. I need you to come for me, Little Flame.I’m too close. You feel too good!” He grinds out as he threads his fingers into the hair at the base of my skull and tugs until our faces are just a breath apart, and we’re riding the high together.

“I’m coming. Fuck, Orion,” I cry out.

The scream that falls from my lips is so loud I can barely believe it came from me, but I continue riding him through my orgasm, mesmerized by the way he falls apart beneath me with one hand tightening in my hair, and the other helping me move on my hip.

Once we’re both spent, I collapse against his chest. “The toy,” I whimper. “Please turn it off.”

He chuckles against my hair, but does as I ask without arguing.

“Do you need to go back to work?” I murmur into his bare skin.

“It can wait,” he tells me. “Get some rest, Little Flame. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

His hands move up and down my back in gentle strokes that lull me into the darkness with nothing but him and his scent surrounding me.

I’m pulled from my restful nap by soft kisses to my temple.

“Wake up for me, Ember,” Orion murmurs.

“What time is it?” I groan, burying my face against his chest.

“You’ve been asleep for forty minutes.”

“More sleep.” I yawn.

“I need to get up, Little Flame. Killian called. I have an emergency I need to see to.”