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I can feel his smirk against my skin, so I tighten around him, just to remind him that he wants this just as badly as me. His hiss makes me smile as he straightens. Then, he makes good on his word, fucking me just like I need, cock pounding into me, hitting a spot that feels so good, my mouth is open but only squeaky, high pitched sounds come out. His hand leaves my neck to trail down my back, making me arch even more for him before it settles on my hip. There, both his hands grip me, slamming my body back onto him.
Something moves along my side, and as it goes between me and the sheets, I realize it must be his tail. It goes to my breast, teasing my nipple until I'm moaning, tightening around him. His groan is what pushes me over the edge, into an abyss of pleasure.
“Linc!” I gasp out.
“Keri,” he sighs in return.
My toes curl, hands gripping the sheets so tightly, my knuckles hurt, back arching to the point of pain so he drives as deep into me as possible. He continues sliding into my spasming pussy, his groans of my name mixing with my moans of his. His hands tighten on my hips, a hiss leaving him, and then he's fucking me impossibly faster, harder, and I know he's coming inside of me. His tail moves from under me to trail down my spine.
“Linc.” I shudder with a broken cry.
He slows down, and without the sounds of our bodies meeting, over both our heavy breaths, is the sound of him sliding in and out of me. My wetness. What started all of this. I collapse into the bed, exhausted, my thighs, shit, all of me, far too shaky to stay up. He falls right on top of me but tries to move to the side. My treacherous hand stops him, liking his weight above me far too much. It crushes me into the bed. It makes me feel like everything we just did was right, so right. It makes me feel like I'm truly his.
I gasp softly at the realization that I want that, to be his. My brows furrow, and although my heart was already racing, I feel it's for an altogether different reason now. But still, I don't move or try to move him.
The scent of us fills the room. The scent of earth and trees that I've come to know is Linc's from sleeping in his arms all night, from smelling it on the sheets as my hand was between my thighs to help me come. The scent of my wetness, my cum, my pussy that he's just made completely his. Linc always says he can smell me. For some reason, every time he says so, it turns me on.
“When you say you can smell me, what do you mean?” I ask.
“You smell like roses. But when you're aroused, when you're in here pretending your fingers compare to my cock, it becomes more…pronounced, stronger, like you're blossoming.”
“Is that why you came in here just now? Because you smelled it and wanted to watch? Wanted this to be the outcome?”
“No. I'm quite content to inhale your smell and listen to your moans when you think I can't hear them from another room.”
I'm sure my cheeks are flaming red right now at realizing he heard everything.
“But I was coming in here to give you a dress.”
“A dress?” I move, making him slide out of me.
He groans at the loss.
“Yes. It's at the end of the bed.”
I turn to face him, even though I can't see him with the fire burning low now. But I'm sure he can see my narrowing eyes. “Did you have a dress all along?”
“Yes.”
“Then why didn't you give it to me before?”
I can see well enough to watch his black lips curve up into a grin. “Because I like watching you walk around naked, Keri.”
I punch his chest and get out of bed, feeling around for anything at the end of the bed. Finding a soft, folded material, I pick it up, straining to decipher the top from the bottom. It has no straps or sleeves, so I step into it, pulling the tighter upper part over my breasts.
“You look beautiful,” he says. His words are soft. Too soft. They do dangerous things to a part of me that he absolutely should not be in.
“I would say the same, but I have no idea how you look.” Not quite the insult I mean it to be. I wanted to sling angry words at him, but my desire to see him came out instead.
“Soon,” is his responding murmur.
I hate that my only thought isnot soon enough.My heart’s betraying me, my body’s done the same to me since the moment I came down here, and now here’s my mind jumping on the bandwagon as well. How do I stop all of it? And…do I really want to?
Chapter 8
“I know you're there,” I say as I bring the soap over my arm.
She doesn't respond at first, still pretending she's not watching me from the entrance to the room the hot spring sits in, but I've known she was there for a few minutes now. She's debating just going back to our bedroom, acting like she was never here, but her pride…Oh her precious, precious pride. The mere thought that I would think she was fleeing from me, makes her speak instead.
