Page 201 of Never Tell Secrets
I watched her lift, the wait agonisingly slow as she figured out how to navigate this new angle. I shuddered as she pressed the tip of me to her clit and glided me through her folds and inside. She slipped down on me and I groaned, grabbing her hips before she bottomed out.
“It’s deep like this, baby. Go slow.”
She looked at me like I was foolish for acting like she hadn’t taken me before. I fisted the flesh of her hips and let her move, not missing her whimper as I hit the end of her with half an inch to go.
“Fuck…” she hissed. Moving on her own, she rotated her hips back and forth and I let out a grunt as she milked my dick. She was a fucking temptress.
She sunk lower, gasping as she stretched. It took all my strength not to take over.
“Lo, if it hurts too much…”
“It feels good…” she sighed, only half-aware of me. She sunk into this state when she was fucking, a blissed-out pleasure thing. Not trying to be what a billionaire might want, not trying to fuck like a porn star. Her actions, her sounds were all a natural extension of what I did to her. It made me feel like a God every time.
She shrugged out of her dress, letting it pool at her waist, revealing her breasts fully. My mouth watered at the sight but I didn’t move, I let her take her time.
With desperate eyes she looked down at me. “I can’t…”
“Come here.” I pulled her down to me, her body felt heavenly against mine. I kissed her, slowly rocking up into her. Her breasts hung beneath her, so much more sensitive as the blood pooled in the tips. I made a meal of them, tugging and sucking as her core opened up for me.
She was an endless stream of sighs and breathless moans as she tried not to cry out in case another wandering guard should hear us.
I moved my hands to her hips, tracing the line of her spine up to her shoulders. I held her in place as I moved, filling her up until she trembled, her body tensing at the invasion.
“Easy, baby. I haven’t forgotten how to fuck you.”
“Oh god…” she moaned as her hips met mine and she was fully seated.
“That’s it.” I eased my grip and let her go. She straightened, testing out her new throne. Her swollen clit pressed against me and I smiled at the mischief in her face as she realised how she could pleasure herself.
With her hands on my chest she picked up the pace until she found her rhythm and then she rode me. Hard.
She was a flame-headed goddess, her phoenix wings her backdrop, the moon her spotlight. Time ceased to mean anything as I watched her, awestruck as she took me to a level of pleasure I’d never known before. This was better than the edge of insanity. This was love. She was making love to me.
For the first time, I understood her frustrated moans when I took her from behind…she was too far away from me. When I took her like that she would arch into me, turning her face to be kissed, to be closer. I found myself sitting up just to be nearer, sinking my hands into her hair, gripping her neck, holding her close as she worshipped me and took us over the edge.
“Tell me…” she panted.
“I love you.” I didn’t hesitate, didn’t think twice. “Lo, I love you.”
She came with a cry, a needy sound, her hips shaking. I gripped them and took over, keeping up the momentum as she fell and took me with her. She slumped onto my shoulder, exhausted. I held her close, her spine damp with exertion.
“I’m yours…I’m yours…Alfie, I’m yours…”
Time stood still, the moon moving over us as I held her in my lap, my dick warm inside her. Every now and again she moved her hips, taking lazy pleasure from me as she wanted.
She kissed me, sweet, loving kisses on my mouth, my cheeks, my jaw. She coated me with her love and I revelled in it. Once I would have resisted this, punished myself for it afterwards. Now, I welcomed it. I deserved it.
She shifted in my lap, mouth pouting.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No, something is digging into my leg.” She reached down, moving my jacket. “It’s something in your pocket.”
My heart dropped into my stomach as I realised what she was about to find. The silence was deafening as she pulled out the velvet box, the one I’d tried to give her in the Evergarden three years ago, the one I’d found in my time capsule tonight and put in my pocket because I didn’t know what else to do with it.
“Why do you have this? You haven’t been carrying it around all this time, have you?” She was clearly concerned that I hadn’t moved on at all, that I’d actually spent the last five months mourning her from a distance. My heart warmed at the worry in her eyes. Instead of snatching the stone and shoving it onto a greedy finger, her first thought had been of me.
“No, I found it in my time capsule tonight. I didn’t want to sell it but I didn’t want to keep it either. Maybe I was going to throw it in the Thames, I don’t know.” I shrugged. “It was bought by a man I don’t want to remember.”
