I gasp as he enters me, inch by inch, filling me completely. He leans down, his forehead resting against mine as he begins to move, my hips meeting his in a slow,sensual rhythm. “Flint,” I moan. I can hear the longing and pleasure in my own voice.
“Fuck,” he grunts, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading them farther. “You feel so good. So tight.”
“I was made for you,” I gasp, feeling the pressure build in my core, muscles coiling tightly. “Fuck. I’m already close. Don’t stop.”
Flint’s thumb finds my clit, rubbing in tight circles, while the other continues gripping my hip, guiding it to meet his. “Come for me,” he urges, his voice a low growl. “Let me feel you come. Let me hear you scream my name.”
My body tenses, locking up before releasing in a wave of pleasure. I cry out, my body milking Flint’s cock where he is buried deep inside me. “Flint!” I scream, nails raking down his back. “Fuck! Flint!”
His grip tightens, his hips drilling down to meet my own, chasing his own release.
“Fuck, fuck fuck,” he groans, his body tensing above mine. I can feel his cock pulsing and kicking inside me.
He collapses on my chest, his head between my breasts. I bring my hands up to trace soft lines along his back while his heart races against my own. I can feel the air whistling out of my lungs as I work to slow my breathing.
“Thank you.” I finally manage.
I can feel him chuckle as he lifts his head enough to look at me. “For what, pray tell?”
I bite back a giggle at the expression on his face, lifting a hand to brush the wayward curls off his forehead. “For being here. For loving me. For being more than I had ever hoped for.”
“Oh. So not for the sex?”
“I mean… yeah, thanks for that too. It was okay.”
He digs his fingers into my ribs and I squeal. “Okay, huh?”
I feign boredom. “Yes. Mediocre, at best.”
He rolls onto his back, dragging me with him, until I’m straddling his hips. How the fuck is he already hard again? It has to be a Fae perk.
“I think we can do better than mediocre.”
My lips capture hers in another searing kiss. How can this woman fascinate and delight me at every turn?Mediocre my ass.
Her hips are seated against mine, no space between us. She begins to slowly move her hips, grinding in slow, sensual circles that have my mind going blank until there’s nothing but her.
“Ride me, love,” I urge, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. “Show me how much you want me. How much youneedme. You’re absolutely dripping.”
She obeys, hips rolling as she takes control, maintaining a slow, sensual pace. “I do want you.” She moans, head thrown back, body moving to give her what she needs.
My hands roam her body, enjoying her curves. Her hands reach up to knead her breasts and, in that moment, she is absolutely breathtaking. I cover her hands with mine, hips meeting her thrusts. “You’re so beautiful.”
Her pace quickens, her body chasing the next high that’s already building in her.
I bring her mouth down to mine, driving up into her. I bite her full bottom lip at the same time I pinch her clit between my fingers and she explodes, taking me with her.
When she’s collapsed on my chest, I wonder if I’ve died.
“Ah, yeah. I see what you mean. Definitely mediocre.”
She snorts.
We lay here, bodies entwined, hearts full, the darkness that began the evening put away for the moment. Bodies pressed close, hearts beating in sync.
He bends to rest his forehead against mine. “I guess it’s time to come clean,” he says, gravely.
Well, shit. “About?” Why does he have to say it like that?
