Page 78 of Wind and Water
Pressing my forehead to hers, I say, “I never dared dream I would meet a person with whom I’d want a family.”
I stop the dozen questions simmering behind her eyes by dropping to my knees and pressing my shoulders between her thighs.
She gasps, forced back on her elbows. “Liam.”
Pushing her legs over my shoulders, I breathe in her heady sweetness, then run my tongue along her soft folds.
“Liam. That’s teasing,” she scolds with the most magical gasps.
I swirl my tongue around her clitoris then suck the bud gently at first, then harder.
Rocking against my face, she cries my name and grips my hair. Her fingers dig into my scalp and her heels into my back.
Every tiny pain adds to my pleasure. I slip a finger inside her and lick and suck until she lies back in the grass and throws her head from side to side. I add a second finger and suck hard and steadily.
With a scream that must hurt her throat, she comes in a torrent of pulsation and sweet juices that I lap up like it’s the nectar of the gods. “You are magnificent.” I kiss her just below her navel, then lick the rest of her juice from my fingers before I climb up the bank and fill her.
Immediately, her sheath throbs around me and she says my name like a prayer.
Without moving, I kiss her chin, her cheek, then along her jaw. “Easy, my love. Don’t move until it feels good.”
She wraps her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck. “Everything with you feels wonderful.” Tightening her legs, she brings me all the way inside.
Nothing could ever feel as perfect as the two of us together. No victory is worth losing this woman. I slide out to the head. “Maybe we should go back to Texas now. You’d be safer. You can make a portal, and we can leave.”
“That’s fear talking.” She pulls me in to the base and keeps her legs tight as a vise. “We’ll have our time after your world is safe.” She tips her pelvis and brings me even deeper.
I moan and pull back. “Do you promise?” I thrust inside her.
“Oh god. That’s so good.” She digs her fingers into my shoulders.
“Promise me.” I fill her again and again while our gazes are locked. “Please.” I meant to be gentle, but my need is too great, and her pleasure is very close.
“I promise.”
My skin tingles with magic.
Wren glows, and winds whip around us as the water rises from the spring, splashing our feet.
Pleasure erupts within me, and I fill her as her body tightens with her orgasm. She pulls my mouth to hers, kissing me as if I am the air she breathes. Returning her passion, I pump the last of my seed until I can’t hold my weight and collapse over her.
Worried I’ll crush her, I slide from her perfect sheath and roll to lie beside her. “You are my everything, Wren. Will you marry me?” It just popped out of my mouth of its own accord. I meant it. I want that life, but I hadn’t meant to ask it now in a fairy glen after the most amazing sex of my life.
Rolling to her side to face me, she toys with the hair on my chest. “Ask me again when we’re calm, safe, and haven’t just had magically mind-blowing sex.”
Joy rushes through me. She didn’t say no. “I will.”
“I’m going to wash our clothes.” She rises and goes to the pile of filthy clothes still in the heap where I left them after we arrived. “I don’t want to meet your mother smelling like hell, literally.” She sniffs the clothes. “Though I’m not sure that sulfur stink will ever come out.”
Sorry to lose the view of her naked in this magical place, I get up and take the clothes from her arms. “We can wash them together.”
Those lovely crystal eyes widen as she stares at me. “That’s nice.”
“The imbecile who left you didn’t help with laundry?” I step into the spring and reach up to help her in.
“He considered housework beneath him. It’s an unfortunate side effect of having a mother who doted and did everything for him.” She looks at something along the edge of the water and reaches out.
I begin washing with the bar of soap. One item at a time, I scrub them and watch Wren pry something from the mud. “What did you find?”
