I can’t think about it. Not now. Not when I’m buried inside her and her breath is washing over my neck in soft puffs and her fingers are threaded through the mess of my hair. Pulling out almost to the tip, I shift my angle and slide back in. “Vaughn!” That’s the spot. My name fills the air with a mix of breathy pleas and silent gasps as I work us both toward the edge. She’s almost there. “Need you to come for me, baby.”
