Always Only You by Chloe Liese (z-lib.org).epub

battle for control.
“I c-can’t.” I’ve never orgasmed back to back. Multiples. When they were
first just hookup buddies, Lorena condescendingly bragged about Mia giving
multiples alllll the time. While Annie and I pouted in the corner that the
doofuses we’d been stuck with couldn’t seem to string a decent orgasm together
for us if their lives depended on it.
Well, not until Tim, for Annie.
Not until Ren, for me, apparently—
“Oh, God,” I yell.
Ren swipes away the last of the bubbles covering my breasts and drags his
tongue over each pebbled tip. Time becomes fuzzy. Seconds become minutes
stacked on minutes without the slightest sense of their passing. If it takes
forever, I have no clue, and Ren doesn’t seem to care. I’m blissfully mindless of
the construct of time, and Ren’s unfazed by the steady work of his touch, each
hungry kiss grounding me to the present, cherishing me.
He’s doing something different with his fingers, and it is magic.
“I’m gonna co—” I cry out and turn toward him, throwing my arm around
his neck because I can’t do this alone. I can’t feel this much as I soar over the
edge from new heights. Weightless, breathless, satisfied.
“Beautiful,” he mutters, warm and soft against my neck. “So beautiful.”
Gentle kisses chase gentler words.
My tongue’s thick, my body heavy and loose. Who needs pot when you have
orgasms? “Urgubuh,” I mutter.
He smooths away hair that’s stuck to my face. “Is that right?”
“Sorcery,” I wheeze, chest heaving as I drop back into the water.
Ren laughs while he stands and reaches for a towel from the towel warmer.
As soon as I see that hot fluffy cotton waiting for me, I realize my lips must be
nearly blue. I’m shivering.
Holding the towel, Ren averts his gaze as I step out of the tub, into the
warmth waiting in his arms. Wrapping my body tight in the towel, he smiles
down at me. “Afraid I’m capable of no such wizardry, Francesca. Just good oldfashioned
muggle labor.”
I point to the legitimate situation in his pants. “Care to explain the wand,
then?”
He rolls his eyes. “Honestly. That’s the best you can come up with?”
“Nine to fourteen inches!” I say indignantly. Ren bends, then begins gently
drying my legs and feet with another warm towel. “That’s impressive length. If
you read Harry Potter with any kind of dedication, you’d know me calling your
penis a wand is the world’s best compliment to a man.”