Page 70 of King of Hearts

“I love when you use your captain’s voice.” She didn’t look at me as she spoke, instead, pushing the sheet from her body and obeying.

“So fucking beautiful.” I leaned over her, tracing circles on her body with my tongue, spending extra time on her taut nipples. She pressed her chest up into my mouth as her hands clenched the sheets and my cock throbbed, also desperate to touch her. “How did I go so long without you?”

Moving to kneel between her legs I rested my arms on either side of her head and kissed along her jaw, continuing down her neck until I again took each nipple in my mouth, one at a time, and tugged gently. She hissed, her hips pressing against me begging for more. Sleeping naked with her had its advantages but it also meant I wanted – needed – to be inside her at every opportunity, so sleep was rarely a priority.

“Andy.” She pleaded, the sound like fucking gasoline on an already raging fire.

I rubbed myself against her, teasing her and myself simultaneously.

“So impatient. I’m not ready yet.” I grumbled, resuming my trek down her body, before slowly grazing my tongue over her most sensitive part.

Her hips lifted towards my face and I smiled at how eager she always was. Tasting her flared a hunger I would never satisfy and I refused to let her rush me. Kissing her thighs, I used my hand to guide my tongue, allowing better access before slowly outlining her clit.

“Oh, fuck.” She groaned and I felt her quiver with each flick of my tongue. I brought my hands under her and pulled her into my mouth, the scent of her arousal intoxicating, my dick now painfully hard.

“Please, Andy, I don’t want to come until you are in me.” I pumped two fingers inside of her, confirming she was now wet enough to take me, moving up her body slowly and lining my cock at her centre.

“You’re my favourite midnight snack.” I said as she curled her legs around me, forcing me inside her. “Fuckkkk, Arns.” I bit, overwhelmed by her unexpected haste.

Her warmth, her tightness, the way she was made perfectly just for me was all-consuming. I huffed out a long breath, gathering some composure before I pulled out of her slowly and rammed back inside of her slick wetness.

“Oh, god, that feels so good.” She panted and I felt my balls tighten.

“You love it when I’m rough, don’t you?” I gritted and as expected she moaned.

I brought my lips to hers in a kiss that reeked of passion and seduction. Her hands were everywhere. My back, my face, tugging my hair as I mercilessly filled her over and over. There had never been a time in my life where I felt lost in someone like I did when I was with Arna. She was my own personal fire. Near impossible to hold onto or to pin down with her bubbly, vivacious personality and brilliant mind – but once you had her, she lit your entire world.

I explored every inch of skin I could reach, my hands moving from her arse, along the side of her waist, to her bouncing tits underneath me as I continued to thrust. She ignited every single one of my nerve endings in a way which equally aroused and terrified me.

“Open your eyes.” I ordered. She was lost in the lust, her head thrown back, but I needed her with me. With only the moon illuminating the room, her eyes were piercing when she brought her gaze to meet my own.

“I’m close, Andy.” My name on her lips almost sent me over the edge but I wanted to feel her lose herself on me first before I came.

“Fuck, your tight pussy feels so fucking good.” Pushing up onto my knees, I lifted her legs against my chest and used my hand to give her clit more attention, simultaneously increasing the pace of my thrusts. She threw her head back again, her mouth opening as the sounds of her pleasure filled the room.

When she screamed my name for the final time, I submerged myself in her as deep as I could possibly be and came with such fierce intensity my vision went white and I knew this was it for me.Shewas it for me. There was nothing beyond the gratification of everything she was.

Our breaths mixed until I leisurely pulled out of her and rested on my elbows above her. I gifted kisses along her cheeks as she traced unknown shapes on my back with her nails. These moments in the dark, entwined as one in our rawest form of self, were underrated. There was something special in the unadulterated time where no one or nothing else mattered. Other than her sweet, sweet skin and the sincerity of her touch, taste and every word.

“Bravo, captain, bravo. Your second win of the night and I’m happy to have been your teammate.”

I chuckled into her shoulder. I would never expect to find humour so soon after such an earth-shattering moment, but here she was soliciting peals of laughter without warning.

“I think I’m happy to just play doubles for this one. No team needed here thanks.” I joked as Arna snickered, turning her head into the pillow beside her as I stood, heading for the bathroom. “Don’t move.”

I returned with a warm cloth and gently wiped her still swollen sex so she could comfortably sleep whenever she wanted. I scooted in alongside her warm body and pulled the sheet over us both to avoid the cool night air. Closing her eyes, she sighed contentedly, as she stroked my forearm.

“Truth or dare?” I asked spontaneously.

“Mmmmm, truth.” She said, a small smile on her face.

“What made you want to be an editor?” I whispered, hungry to know everything I could about the Arna that existed before we met.

“Ooooh. Good question. Well, I guess, for as long as I can remember I’ve been a bibliophile.” She adjusted herself so she was facing me with our bodies only inches apart.

“A what?”

“A bibliophile - like a book nerd.” She clarified as she reached for my wrist, cuffing it with her fingers before continuing. “There were never many kids to play with and being an only child was sometimes lonely, so I would use my books to escape into another world. There is a specific beauty in taking the words of someone else and bringing them to life in your own mind. Authors can describe things however they want but the way we choose to see it will always be unique because we have the power to manipulate them to be whatever we wish them to be.” I watched her face as she spoke, mesmerised by her honesty and the way she made something so simple, sound so beautiful.

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