Page 35 of Love Deep
Her pleas are what tip me over the edge. I slam into her, up, deep, fast.
“Come,” I command.
She dissolves under me, tightening around me, milking me.
I explode into her, and I can’t catch my breath. It’s like she’s stolen a vital part of me.
Seconds, minutes, hours later, I can no longer hear the waterfall because of the pounding in my ears and the gasps of her breath. All sense of time and space is lost, and all I can do is feel. Her. Me. Together.
I collapse beside her, get rid of the condom, and pull her into my arms. Eventually, sounds of falling water finally trickle back, and the scent of honey follows.
It’s as if all my senses shut down because all I could do was feel. Her.
Be.
With her.
Like she was the center of the universe and all that mattered.
She trails her fingers over my torso, and it starts to bring my cock to life. I capture her wrist.
“Be careful,” I warn her. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
She laughs beside me. “Oh, I don’t have a problem finishing. Not with you.”
I growl and flip us around so I’m over her again. I begin to kiss her. All over her skin. I want to know her. Know everything there is to know. Every freckle, every dip and curve.
“What happened here?” I ask, when I reach a small silver scar just above her elbow.
“I fell off a climbing frame when I was seven years old. Landed badly. Compound fracture.”
I wince before pressing a kiss over it. I have an urge to take care of her, to protect her, and I can’t remember having it before.
She plays with my hair as I press kisses everywhere and all over her. When I get to her breasts, I pull a nipple into my mouth. I suck and pull at it, and she squirms beneathme. I snake my hand down and reach between her thighs. She’s wet, and I claim a silent victory. I push a finger through her folds, and she gasps.
“So ready, so quickly.” I pinch her nipple between my finger and thumb.
She nods, like she wants more.
I push my finger deeper, my thumb working her clit. But I know that’s not what she wants. “That feel good?”
She groans again. “I want you, Fisher,” she cries.
“You have me,” I say. I flick her nipple with my tongue.
She frowns, like I’m not cooperating, and it’s so adorable that I let out a laugh.
“Tell me what you want.”
She pauses for a second before she says, “I want you inside me.”
“You do?” I ask, and teasingly, I work my finger deeper.
“Your cock, Fisher. I want your cock inside me.”
I nod, like she got the answer right.
I grab another condom and put it over my straining erection.
