Page 20 of The Banshee’s Unmistakable Love

As pleasure rolls through me, my legs fly up, trapping his head between them. I can’t control them, the ecstasy already taking over. He somehow already knows my cues, and he changes pace to long, wide, firm motions.

The sudden pressure change sends me to the stars, and my whole body feels as if it’s floating. As the sensation slowly fades, my legs lower, releasing him from the cage between my thighs.

He moves up, hovering his face above mine. My hand slides behind his neck, pulling him down to kiss me. Tasting myself on his lips makes me want him more, in another new way.

One of his hands supports his weight as our lips dance, the other grips my thigh. I reach between us, taking his dick in my hand and pumping him.

His hips buck forward every time my hand reaches the base of his shaft. Increasing the pressure closer to the bottom mimics penetration more accurately. At least, that’s what the internet said.

“I want to feel you inside of me, Zander,” I say on a breath, our lips still touching. “My nerves haven’t changed that.”

He reaches down, placing his hand over mine on his cock. Together, we align him with my entrance, and when he begins to push inside slowly, I slip my hand out of the way. My arms loop around his shoulders. There’s still a pressure as he breaches me, but this time there’s pleasure accompanying the feeling. No pain, no tensing.

The deeper he gets, the more the pleasure and pressure increase. My body works to accommodate him, getting used to the way he fits inside me.

“You still okay?” he checks in, his voice husky and so, so sexy.

I nod. “Yes.”

He pulls back slightly, the pressure decreasing, but…wow, that felt good. He pushes back in, going deeper this time. The more he moves, the more I relax, pleasure pulsing through my body in waves with each thrust.

“That feels good,” I say breathlessly, followed instantly by a moan as he hits the sweet spot. “Right there.”

Every thrust that follows is just as deep, hitting the sensitive spot over and over again. More pleasure courses through me as his fingers swirl over my clit.

My mind goes nearly blank, my only thought being just how amazing this feels. How amazing he’s making me feel. The pleasure is too much, too all-consuming.

“Talk to me, love,” he instructs, his own low moan following.

I can feel my orgasm building in my core, every inch of my body tingling. Words tangle with my moans, coming out low and desperate. “I’m close, love.”

His next pumps are faster, but remain just as deep and hard as before, increasing the frequency of the spasms of pleasure. The swirling around my clit speeds up too, and I feel my muscles tensing.

He lowers his head next to mine, his breath dancing over my ear. “Me too—where do you want me to finish?”

It’s hard to even think of an answer as I battle with the overtaking pleasure, but I manage a single word. “Stomach.”

My entire body feels like it’s vibrating as I reach the peak and go over the edge, falling into an abyss of bliss. As a faint ringing starts in my ears, I let out a deep breath and melt into the bed.

Zander’s thrusts slow, and there’s a sudden emptiness within me as he pulls out. I watch him as he grips his cock, cum spurting onto my stomach. It’s warm against my rapidly rising and falling stomach.

“I can’t believe we waited so long to do that,” I say through breaths.

He chuckles as he catches his breath, rising from the bed. “I would’ve waited as long as you needed. I wasn’t going to pressure you.”

“Maybe you should have,” I tease. “Is it always like that?”

His eyes glimmer as he stares at me, the corners of his lips curving up. “No, that’s just you and me, love.”

There’s a brief wideness to his eyes, then he disappears out of the room. I sit up slightly, but don’t want to spill the contents pooled on my stomach onto my bed.

He returns within seconds with a towel, wiping me clean. “Want to take a shower and then order takeout?”

My heart warms, and I smile at him, nodding enthusiastically. “Yes.”

Before I can get up, he slides his arms under me, carrying me bridal-style to the bathroom. I lay my head against his shoulder, giving myself over to the moment.

A moment that is more perfect than I could’ve imagined. One I’ve dreamed of sharing with him, only him. One overflowing with love, respect, appreciation—mutual in every way.