Page 39 of Fence

“So good…” I moaned.

“I can do better,” he panted in reply, spreading my thighs and positioning himself between them. I locked my legs around his waist and grunted when the thick head of his dick parted my sensitive flesh and worked its way inside. I didn’t know anything could feel so good, be so good, filling me completely the way he did. My muscles clenched around him when he slid home, gripping him tight before pulsing rhythmically as I came again.

It was unreal, like something from a dream. Wrapped up in him, nothing but him, his scent and his strength, the taste of his skin, the delicious friction which built steadily with each deep, sure thrust. He took what he wanted. What he wanted was me, all of me, nothing less than everything. And I wanted to give it all to him. My soul, if he’d let me.

“Mine.” One word. A grunt. A command. A fact, something as elemental and necessary as the air in my lungs. He drove himself deep inside, deeper all the time, grinding his hips as he did. “Mine.”

“Yours!” I moaned between each pleasure-filled cry. Our eyes locked and I thought I saw the dragon in him, just under the surface, taking what it wanted, too. Both sides of him, taking what was theirs. What I so willingly offered.

His head dipped down to my shoulder, and I cried out more in surprise than anything else when he bit down. It didn’t hurt—instead, waves of fresh, tingling heat raced from that spot all through my writhing body until it joined with what I was already relishing and pushed me over the edge into a deeper, more all-consuming passion than ever before. I cried out one more time, clutching him to me, as my body seemed to dissolve into a pure wave of bliss.

Our bodies slapped together as he finished, thrusting wildly, grunting louder each time we met until he nearly roared, throwing his head back, face tilted up toward the thick canopy of branches.

I shook with exhaustion, surprise, satisfaction. Satisfaction more than anything else. With him, with me, with us. With the turn my life had taken, there in the woods, under the trees. In the arms of the man I loved as he held me against his chest, both of us breathing heavy.

“It should’ve been someplace nicer,” he murmured. “Forgive me.”

“Nicer?”

“You know. Satin sheets, candles, the whole thing.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle softly at his vision. “Don’t worry about that. This is just as perfect a place as I could imagine.”

“Really?” He pulled back just enough to see my face.

I nodded firmly. “All that matters is you. Wherever you are is the perfect place.” I paused. “Well, maybe not in the middle of a crowded street. That could get us in trouble.”

“Point taken. I’ll make sure to control my thirst for you whenever we’re in the middle of a crowd. I suppose this means you won’t be interested in taking a trip to the lavatory with me, during our flight home.”

In the middle of everything else he’d said, one word stood out—home. It would be my home for the rest of my life, since he’d already explained that his family never left. If he lived there, I’d live there, too. We had a lot of talking to do. There were still so many things I wanted to understand.

One thing I already understood was the way I loved him. That was all I needed—everything else would be built upon that single, indisputable fact.

I loved him, plain and simple. I had from the beginning. He was right. It was Fate which had brought us together. There was no denying it.

Still, there were some divides even love couldn’t bridge.

“You wondered if making love out in the woods was good enough for me, but you’re suggesting we do it in an airplane lavatory?”

His laughter rang out. “I guess you have a point.”

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