Page 49 of The Quokka Who Cried Dingo

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“Is that a no?”

“Only if you promise not to come to the woods alone again. Wait until you have my name.”

“Are you going to give your name?”

“Soon.”

He kissed me then, with a frustrated little growl that made me grin against his lips, before I took the kiss deeper.

It escalated quickly. I meant to keep it fairly innocent, I swear I did. Suddenly, I had Sully topless and straddling my waist while he tried to unbutton my jeans.

“Hey, wait.” I stilled his hand, then twisted us so he was under me. “Why don’t we slow this down?”

“I want to feel you. Will youfuck me?”

Instead of answering, I opened his pants and dragged them down his body. I roughly shoved at my shirt and jeans, leaving them on the floor.

“You’re gorgeous, Sully,” I said, while tracing my hand over his body. He barely had any body hair and just the tiniest patch of curls around his hard cock.

I flipped him onto his stomach and went to town on opening him up with my tongue. The taste of his slick was my new drug. He was incredible. The sounds he made while I got him ready for me had my cock leaking.

“Please!” I was glad he wasn’t using other names on me when he was like this.

Once he was up on his knees, ass in the air with four fingers inside him, I knew I had to get inside him before I blew my load at the pretty sight he was making.

“Need to see you,” I muttered when I turned him over.

He looked incredible on the bed, his hair wild, cheeks flushed, his eyes on my body. His arms reached for me, and I went, desperate to kiss him.

We both groaned when I slid inside him. It was a gentle, slow rock to our mutual pleasure. Thefeel of being inside him wiped all sense from my mind. I nearly told him my name!

It felt like hours, but still not long enough as we moved together, sharing air, staring into each other’s eyes. I’d never felt such a connection to anyone before.

After, he lay on my chest until my knot went down. I hated having to leave him, yet still had to. The kids were waiting for me to come back.

“Do you have to go?” Sully asked, sleepily. I wiped him clean and covered him with the blanket.

“I’m sorry.”

“I get it. Soon, maybe it won’t be like this, will it?”

“Not for much longer,” I swore.

The proof of what Haenvale should have been, had the potential to be, was on the screen in front of me. I had a little research of my own to do. Then I could have my mate.

I left him a note for when he woke:

Sully,

I loved getting to know you better. Let’s do this again soon,

Love, I x

Had to give my mate a hint in the name game.

Sixteen

Sully