Before I could second guess any of my life choices, Lennon turned, her ass pressed back up against my hard cock. I tipped my head, a rush of euphoria tangled with fear flooding my bloodstream. Lennon leaned over the ledge, glancing back with a grin I couldn’t deny.
Death didn’t rattle her to the core. She had faced it and deemed anything else unworthy of her qualm.
I, on the other hand, had never faced death so closely. Sure, I’d been diagnosed with an illness that could take me out at any given moment, but I lived cautiously. I didn’t test the boundaries between life and death. No, I wanted to be on the side of life.
But yet, pressing against the boundary made me feel more alive. Lennon made me feel more alive.
As she bent over for me, hundreds of feet in the air, exposing her perfect core for me with reckless trust, I wanted nothing more than to sink myself inside of her.
Resting my hands on her hips, I suddenly gripped her and drew Lennon onto me. Her moan was audible, unrestrained, and she made no reservation of quieting down. It made my brain chemistry ignite. As we moved together, she reached back to clutch at my leg, a silent plea to keep going. Her nails bit into my thigh, sending sharp ripples of shockwaves through me.
My hooded lids watched as her perfect, round ass bounced back and forth against me. Trying to control her movements, I reached up her back, fisted her hair, and yanked it back to bare her throat. My other hand followed, closing around her neck.
Even from behind, I saw the excited smile lift her cheekbones. With my grip firm, I stilled her motion, drawing her back into my chest.
As I tightened around her perfect throat, I murmured in her ear, “You like this, don’t you?”
She nodded frantically, and I squeezed even harder. “Answer me.”
A malicious grin split her face. “Yes, sir.”
“Mmm, that’s my good girl,” I said before pushing her chest back over the railing and driving my hardness into her. The impact rattled her core. I felt her warmth grow slicker, needier by the second. She pushed back onto me, desperate for more.
Releasing her throat, I spanked her ass so hard it left an instant handprint. I hauled her upright again and bit her earlobe. “You stay still, little siren.”
She turned, deliciously wicked, bit my lip hard, then released me with a smirk. “Grab the ledge behind you.”
Chuckling at her bratty defiance, I did as I was told.
Lennon dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth without any pretense for taking it slow. I tipped my head back, pleasure rolling so sharply my eyes were dipping to the back of my skull. Lennon’s nails dug into my ass as she pulled me closer, taking me deeper into her mouth.
When I thrust forward, my grip tightened on the railing. Opening my eyes, my stomach lurched with unease of how high we were up in the air and how close I was to the edge. I exhaled a deep, shaky breath—fear and heaven intertwined in the same moment.
Looking down at the devil on her knees, I smiled and whispered, “Baby, I need to fuck you senseless.”
The grin that she gave told me everything I needed to know. I pulled her up by the arms, turned her around, fisted her hair, and drove into her hard. Her whole body jolted against the railing as she cried out in pure ecstasy.
I reached around to her front, brushing my fingers against her sweet clit that was soaked in excitement. Rubbing her slowly and deliberately, I wanted her release to rise with mine.
Lennon went pliant beneath me as I thrust into her. She moaned, gasped, and panted with each stroke and careful circle of her swollen bud.
It took everything in me to stay focused on Lennon. The way she clenched around me was everything and more. Her voice grew louder, her hand reaching back to grip my thigh. Lifting her chin, I whispered in her ear, “Come for me. Come all over me.”
With that, I thrusted up into her, and she broke apart. The walls of her pussy tightening around my hard shaft. I continued thrusting, pacing her orgasm so the pleasure lingered as long as possible.
I couldn’t hold back much longer with how incredible she felt. I tightened my grip in her hair, jutting my cock inside of heronce more as I exploded. Her back settled against mine as we rode out the rush together, tangled in the aftermath.
“You’re perfect. You’re so fucking perfect,” I repeated against in her ear.
She leaned into me, then turned in her arms, fitting herself in my arms.
The moments that followed felt surreal. “We have about two hours before checkout. What would you want to do?” I asked.
Her smile brushed against my skin before she pulled back. Then she leapt up into my arms, legs wrapping around my waist. Instinct flared and I pivoted us away from the ledge. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
She giggled playfully, shrugging. “Maybe.”
Carrying her inside, our mouths found each other, bare skin still warm between us. Desire stirred again, so immediate and insistent that I was hard for her all over again. I didn’t understand the hold she had over me—only that it was complete.
