Page 127 of Lunar Diamonds
Closer, closer, my body aflame with sensation, the volcano between my legs about to erupt.
I lifted my head, kissing him, encouraging him, nibbling on his bottom lip.
He growled, slamming into me, crushing that ‘YES’ button.
Oh. My. Goodness.
I threw my head back, tossed across the point of no return. My eyes rolled back, my body arching as I screamed my pleasure.
Hands-free, jets of hot cum dousing his abs.
“Fuck!” he growled. “Fuck!”
He exploded himself, drawing more from me. I spasmed and reveled in the delights, soaring into giddy heights.
“Keep fucking me,” I begged. “Just keep fucking me.”
He kept going for another five minutes until he collapsed on top of me, pinning me to the bed.
I hugged him, hands sliding up and down his sweaty body.
I could stay like this for hours…
After showering,we spooned on the bed, me the big spoon.
“You were amazing,” I told him again. I liked the way it sounded, happy to keep my praise on repeat.
My arse still vibrated from the yummy invasion, my cock a merry shaft.
“So were you,” he said.
He looked so vulnerable in my arms. “Are you okay?”
As much I wanted to keep the tone light, a lot of seriousness hung around us, waiting to be discussed.
“Not really,” he answered.
I rested my chin on his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
“Not because of you,” he said quickly. “You were incredible. I’m just…” He didn’t finish.
“What?” I kissed the back of his neck. “You can tell me.”
He sighed. “You don’t need to hear my life story.”
“I’d like to.” I sat up, resting a hand on his side. “You can talk to me, Drake. I mean it.”
“As well as fuck you?” he said, sitting up with his back to me.
“Anytime you like. Well, as long I don’t have morning breath.”
He chuckled, glancing at me over his shoulder.
I traced a finger across his back tattoo. “What is this for? It’s fabulous.”
His eyes moved as if he were studying it himself. “To remind me of how far I’ve come. That I can emerge from the fire again. That I don’t have to always be down in the swamp, even if it might be easier to stay there.” He groaned. “If that makes sense. Do I sound like a wanker?”
“Not at all.” I kissed a phoenix wing. “And it does make sense. It keeps the hope flowing.”
