Page 118 of Say You Will

Franki cups my face. “Henry,” she gasps. Quietly. Teasingly.

I swallow, even as I continue my slow, gentle, relentless ride. “Yes?”

“I love you.”

I search her eyes, tenderness flooding my system. “I love you too.”

“Close your eyes.”

I can’t see her reactions if I do, but I’ll never deny her, so I acquiesce.

Then a black cloak hides her from my sight, one of my senses cut off entirely, even as I can’t stop myself from seeking her behind my eyelids.

She kisses me, hands still on my face. “Time for you to stop thinking and fuck me.”

Her words break something free inside me. I don’t let go entirely, still aware of her body language, but I’m doing it through feel now. Through the sensations I’m absorbing. Through instinct and the taste of her. The delicate feminine scent.

I’m intensely aware of the searing pleasure and desire in my own body.I want to fuck her.

In this moment, with her untrammeled encouragement and enthusiasm, hidden in the dark and unable to keep my thoughts coherent, the urge to rut on her is impossible to resist. I draw out, then slam back into her, my balls slapping against her ass when I sheathe myself to the hilt.

“Yes. Yes, Henry,” she says.

I try to keep my head one last time. “I need to know you’ll stop me if I hurt you.” The words are a grating demand, forced through vocal cords that have forgotten how to function.

“I promise.”

I trust her to be my partner and to know what she wants. I fuck her. Harder than I ever have. Over and over. I pound my way into her body. She feels like heaven. The way she squeezes me. Her damp skin against the entire length of me as I forget to hold myself away from her and make full body contact. Her breasts soft against the hard planes of my chest, nipples tight little peaks.

She wraps her legs around my back, locking her ankles, and meeting every one of my thrusts with her own.

Open-mouthed kisses. Hers. Mine. The scratch and claw of her fingernails on my back. Her breathy little gasps of pleasure. The relentless beat in my body and heart. Love her.Loveher.

She nudges my shoulder. “Roll over.”

I let her take me with her until she’s on top, and I open my eyes to look into hers. She bites the side of her bottom lip and takes me back inside. My hips punch up; my hands a vise grip on her ass driving her down.

She gasps, and we work together, pushing each other closer and closer to orgasm.

I can’t come yet.Not yet. Not. Yet.

She rolls again, and I stay inside her, leaning back on my knees and reaching for a pillow. Finding one and, lifting her, sliding it under her ass.

There.There.

I brace myself with one hand on the headboard and loom over her. “Touch your clit. I want to feel you come on my cock.”

She does. The rapid movement of her circling fingers brushing and bumping into me as I piston into her.

“So good. You feel so good inside me,” she gasps.

Her encouragement drives me. My spine buzzes, sending radio static into my brain and groin. Incoherent pleasure. Love. Lust. Franki tightens on me, her walls squeezing and fluttering. Jerking beneath me. Around me.

I lose my last fingertip hold on control, as release tears through me. My mind sheets white, and nothing has ever felt so good.

thirty-seven

Franki

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