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He felt his balls tighten as the familiar tingle ran up his spine and he pressed her head to his groin as he gave up his cum, shooting it down her throat and into her belly. He withdrew as he leaned down to kiss her, enjoying the intermingling of their passion on her lips and tongue. He repositioned her and slid into the tub behind her, pulling her back so that she sat between his legs, resting against him.
They bathed each other leisurely with the sponge and lavender smelling soap. He now knew why Thorn often smelled of things other than the scent of masculine soap. And like his friend, he knew he would no longer care. When the water began to cool, Slade stood and stepped out of the tub before helping Fiona do the same.
As they dried themselves, Slade’s cock recovered its rigidity and wanted more from the woman who had provided him with so much pleasure before he’d joined her in the hot, soothing water. Slade hauled her into his arms, kissing her deeply, allowing their tongues to tangle and dance before lifting her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest and carrying her back to the bed.
He put her down, turned back the covers and then placed her in bed, crawling in beside her. He stared down at the woman he had begun to believe he would share his life with, stroking the soft patch of hair that covered her sex, tracing circles with his index finger around her swollen clit. Fiona’s body came alive with hedonistic arousal, and she moaned when he probed further below, finding her slit soft, ripe, and ready.
Slade used his other hand to slide sensually up her body until he reached her breasts. He fondled them, pinching and tugging at her nipples, even giving them a lovely twist that made her moan with need.
“Slade, please…”
“Yes, Fiona, you have pleased me well and will give me even more pleasure before the morning sun kisses the skies.”
“God, please dial down the romantic rhetoric and just fuck me, will you?”
“You and I are going to have some serious discussions about romance.”
“Fine. Just so long as you get on with it. I feel like I’m on fire. It has never been like this with anyone.”
Slade was stretched out beside her, allowing his hands to roam and explore her body in a more leisurely way than the furious coupling from the night before. He stroked her body from collar bone to knee, stoking the wildfire he knew burned within her. Sucking her nipple into his mouth, he smiled as he heard her sigh. Slade trailed kisses down her body until he was nuzzling her clit before settling himself between her thighs and licking her swollen labia. Her skin quivered in response wherever he touched or kissed.
Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he lifted her sex to his mouth and began to use his tongue in a way that mimicked what he meant to do with his cock. He rolled his tongue into a spear and stabbed her pussy with it, stroking and licking as he nibbled on the engorged flesh that surrounded the entrance to her core. He reached up to play with her nipples again and was rewarded with Fiona moaning and undulating her hips, arching her back to raise her pelvis to his face to allow him to probe her pussy more deeply with his tongue.
CHAPTER17
FIONA
Fiona’s response to Slade’s masterful lovemaking made her senses sing and her orgasmic response soar. Every single synapse in her body crackled to life as she tried to clutch at him and force him to move up her body and thrust his cock deep inside her. Slade wasn’t having it. He was in full command and instead captured both of her wrists with one hand under her body as he took his fill of the honey she offered.
Quaking at his sensual touch, she couldn’t do anything but moan and plead which only led him to chuckle before curling his tongue up to dart inside her sheath, then flattening it out so he could lick the roof of her pussy. Her body had quickly learned his ability to drive her crazy until she was screaming his name.
Fiona’s pussy began to tremble as she tried to undulate her hips in a way that would force him to cease this exquisite torture. He brought his thumb up to press down on her clit as if engaging the ignition on a luxury vehicle, and she cried out as the power of her climax overwhelmed her. The orgasm that raged through her body made her shake with its power and caused the proof of her passion to coat his probing tongue as he continued to pleasure her with his mouth.
He nuzzled her a final time, nipping her clit and making her gasp as he slowly dragged his body up hers, until her thighs were parted by his as his cock probed for the opening to her wet heat. Her sheath was still pulsing to the rhythm of the pounding of her blood. His hands held her hips in a way that allowed him to grasp her ass, holding her steady as he thrust deep inside of her with one sure, powerful stroke.
Fiona’s pussy quivered along his length as he drew back and sank into her a second time until he was fully seated. Her breathy moans morphed into a kind of incoherent keening as he slowly stroked within her from root to tip over and over again. The trembling in her pussy magnified as she realized in an abstract kind of way that her body was searching for an even higher promontory from which to fling itself into the abyss of ecstasy.
She spread her legs wider as she wrapped them around his waist as he thrust in and out of her, allowing her to catch his rhythm and move with him. Losing her patience and wanting to feel him fill her pussy with his cum, she clawed at his back, which made him laugh, filling what was left of her mind in a shroud of desire where nothing mattered but this man, his cock, and the pleasure he could bring them both.
“Slade,” she whimpered as her orgasm exploded, overloading all her senses—sight, sound, scent, taste, and most of all, touch.
Fiona realized she had to resign herself to the fact that in matters of sex he would dominate and take extreme pleasure in her response. She climaxed far more easily and quickly for him than she’d ever done with anyone else. She’d never experienced the intensity of the orgasms she had experienced in Slade’s embrace. She was fairly sure that the completely sore and sated feeling she’d had in the morning would become standard. She was able to let go with him and revel in his lovemaking and realized she wasn’t completely happy until he’d taken his own release.
Slade stilled the motion of her hips as he began to pound into her. Fiona cried out, her pussy clamping down, daring him to thrust more deeply and intensely, possessing her in a way that was almost feral. There was something raw and primitive about the way he gave a last, hard thrust, grinding against her as he groaned and spilled himself inside her.
* * *
Morning.
She could tell because there was light filtering in from the windows on the front and back of her loft.
She was alone. She could tell that because when she’d reached for Slade, the sheets had been cold. She tried to reason with the panic that said he wasn’t coming back, and that she never should have believed him. But that little voice inside her head said she could believe him and that he would have either left her a note or there’d be a text or some reasonable explanation as to why he wasn’t with her.
Fiona got up, went into the bath and took a hot shower, letting the pounding hot water and steam work its magic on her body and brain. Pulling on a bra, pair of sweatpants, and an old baggy sweater, she padded over to the kitchen area, smiling as she saw a note attached to her Keurig with a piece of blue painter’s tape.
Good morning, gorgeous!
I started to wake you, but you looked so peaceful and happy. There was actually a little smile on your face. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
