Page 46 of Haven

“Oh fuck, kitten. It’s been too long.”

It’s just been a little more than a week, but it has been too long. It feels like we’re starving for each other. I squirm and mew and scratch lines down his bare back and beg him to move, to take me, to fuck me the way I need.

Finally he straightens his arms and starts to pump his hips. I cry out in relief.

He’s staring down at me in the flickering candlelight. “Who do you need?”

“You,” I tell him, tossing my head and trying to get the hair out of my face. “You, Jackson. You.”

He likes the sound of that. I see it on his face. His eyes blaze, and the tension cracks a little as he speeds up his rhythm.

My legs are folded up so I don’t have much leverage, but I try to pump my hips to match his thrusts. Soon we’re going at it so hard the bed is rocking.

“Who do you want?” he rasps out.

“You. You. Only you.” I don’t care if it sounds shameless or besotted. It’s true, and I have to say it.

He makes a growling sound that’s almost feral and pounds into me fast and hard.

It’s really working for me. The sensations all over my body are so good they ache and throb as an orgasm rises inside me. I grunt and gasp as I try to reach it.

“Who do you—” He starts the question but can’t finish it. His expression twists suddenly with a wash of pleasure. “Oh fuck.”

He’s about to come. I can see and feel it. But I’m almost, almost there. He keeps pumping, pushing into me, as his climax breaks. His face transforms with the rush of it, and the sight of it pushes me over the edge too.

I cry out his name as I come, trying and failing to smother the sound of it against his shoulder. Then both of us are shaking and jerking as we work through the spasms of release.

It’s good. So good. Even as I’m vaguely aware that he’s ejaculating inside me, and he really shouldn’t be doing that.

I can’t seem to care right now. He helps me straighten my legs, and then he collapses on top of me, and I wrap both arms around him.

“Fuck,” he’s panting against my neck. “Fuck, kitten. That was... fuck.”

“Mm-hmm.” That’s all I can say. I’m stroking the scratches I left on his back and ass.

“I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for? It was great.”

“Yeah, but I should have pulled out. I don’t know what... I shouldn’t have lost it like that.”

“It’s okay. It’s not likely I’ll get pregnant. We’ll just try to be more careful.”

“Yeah.” He kisses the base of my throat. Then lifts his head and kisses my lips. “I usually have better control.”

The dry self-deprecation in his expression makes me giggle. “Yeah, you do. But I’m sure your masterful control will return soon enough.”

He chuckles and rolls off me, turning onto his back. Before my body can adjust to being free of his, he pulls me over against his side and wraps one arm around me.

Just as well. I didn’t really want to be free of him anyway.

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