Page 37 of Flag On The Play
And fuck, when his mouth trails down my body, he proves it.
Every kiss. Every touch. Every flick of his tongue has me arching, panting, gasping.
We’re all desperate hands and heavy breathing as our hands roam each other.
His eyes lock onto mine, and I’ve never seen him look more serious. I can feel his hard cock pressing against me, and it’s taking all my control not to push just that little bit more.
“You sure about this?”
“No, but I need it,” I confess.
He reaches down and grabs a condom out of his pants and sits up, staring at me as he rips it open. He grabs his coc,k and I take the opportunity to admire the man he is. Muscular, solid, damn perfection. As if his body isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, I watch him roll the condom on his huge cock.
I don’t realize my eyes are wide until he says, “See something you like?”
My eyes snap to his, and I narrow them. “Shut the hell up.” I giggle and grab him, crashing my lips to his.
He slams into me and we both let out a loud moan. He doesn’t give me time to adjust or stretch me out. He drives into me like a man desperate for release.
And I move right with him.
This isn’t gentle.
This isn’t sweet.
It’s fire and frustration. Lust and years of built-up resentment channeled into something that feels a lot like obsession.
I claw at his back as he slams into me hard and fast. Both of us moaning like we didn’t know it would feel this damn good.
“Nova,” he groans into my neck, and something about the way he says my real name makes my stomach flip.
It’s messy. It's needy. It’s too much.
And I can’t stop.
We move together like we’ve done this before in some past life, like our bodies already know the rhythm before our minds catch up.
I’ve never experienced anything close to how he’s making me feel. The way his touch on my body is light, yet he’s fucking me like a punishment.
He rolls his hips, and I cry out, digging my nails into his back.
“Fuck, Nova. I never dreamed it would be this good.”
Me either, but I can’t get the words out. I can’t think straight.
He continues to drive into me, and I feel myself moving closer to the edge. I can’t fight it. It’s as if he has a playbook for my body and has memorized it.
“Finlay, oh God, I’m so close,” I cry out.
He reaches between us and rubs my clit, making me see stars.
“Fuck, don’t fight this, Nova,” he groans.
His hard cock slams into me as he rubs my clit faster, and I can’t take it. I can’t stop myself from falling off the edge.
“Finlay!”
I come undone faster than I want, and before I even stop shaking, he follows. He lets out a low, guttural sound that makes my toes curl.
