Page 78 of Reflex
“Come here.”He piled a stack of pillows, and tipped her over them face down, bottom up.Spook covered her from behind.“Do you have anything we can use as lube?”It wasn’t something he carried around, and he really wasn’t about to run next door and ask Xane for such a thing.
“I’ve a tin of Vaseline I use on my lips.”
“Where?”
“In my bag.”She pointed to where she’d dropped it on the bedside table.
Spook snatched it up by the strap, and upended the contents.They spilled everywhere, toppling off the table onto the carpet, and escaping under the bed.
“There.”
He caught the circular tin just as it was about to fall.“Are you sure about this, Alle?It’s not too great an indignity.”
“Warm my arse first and I won’t care.”
Fingers on the verge of dipping into the pot, he paused.“Oh God!”He ground his teeth.“Okay.”
He was already on his knees, and she was already perfectly positioned.“Ready?”
She barely finished nodding before he landed the firstcrackacross the plumpest part of her cheeks.She squealed as her skin bloomed pink.His patience endured only so long as it took for her to un-tense a few muscles, and he was straight in with another strike.
Alle’s cry echoed off the walls, and ignited fires that had hitherto been banked.When those same cries dissolved into strings of pleas, “Yes.More.Oh, my God.Stop.Don’t stop,” he got engulfed.Her arse was a fierce shade of red by the time he slathered lubricant over his shaft and then folded himself over the top of her.Two firm thighs captured his cock.
No finesse.
None.
Was it even possible in such a position?He ought to have been fucking her cunt.It incensed part of him that he wasn’t, but he wasn’t so out of control that he couldn’t see that giving in to that desire would be disastrous.Instead, he rode the space between her thighs, made slippery smooth for him with the Vaseline, with frantic determination.His palm stung.There was something wet between his fingers.He’d probably reopened one of the cuts in his palm with his antics.Fucked if he cared right now.All that mattered was the release that he could almost taste, and… And her being there with him.
It involved a bit of balancing, but he circled an arm around her.Still perky from earlier, her clit quickly stiffened against his finger.
“I don’t think I can, Spook.I don’t think I ca—” That last word got swallowed up by a gasp.
“Are you coming for me, Allegra Hutton?Are you?”She was panting like she’d just run a steeple chase.
“Yes.Are you?”
Was he?He could no longer even jerk against her with any sort of efficiency.The control of his body was out of his jurisdiction.He was so fucking there.No more than a whisper away from squirting his goddamn stuff.Nothing could stop it or even slow it down.
Alle’s head jerked back, almost colliding with his.Face against her hair, breathing in the sweet gardenia smell of her, his orgasm kicked at both the base of his cock and his brain.It took him on a whiplash rollercoaster ride that crashed through solid barriers like they were rice paper sheets, and eventually left him gasping for breath flush against Alle’s back with his whole weight on her.
“Sorry,” he slurred, attempting to make his muscles work enough to lift off her.Instead he wound up tumbling onto his back.
Alle immediately cuddled up to his side, resting her head in the hollow between his collar bone and the top of his pec.Her hair tickled where the ends brushed against his skin.“I love how uninhibited you are when you come,” she whispered.
Like there was a choice in the matter.A huff of laughter pushed its way up from his lungs.“Fuck, I’m jellied.I’m not sure I can raise a finger.”
“Then don’t.Stay put and let me hold you.”
Her lithe body wrapped around him like a coverlet certainly was cosy, but he’d come like a fountain.That meant there was mess to see to.“Don’t you want to get cleaned up?”
The covers being tugged over him filled him in on that answer.“We can shower together in the morning.”
That there was a reason to love her.Considering how frazzled he felt, he wasn’t sure he was up to finding a wash cloth, let alone mastering the coordination to clean her skin.“You’re going to sleep covered in my come?”
“Hmm,” she sighed against him so he could feel the vibrations.“Is that dirty of me, or just nasty?
“Delicious.”That possibly wasn’t the exact word he’d been looking for, but it’d serve.“I think I need about a decade of recuperation time.”
“Yeah, well I’m giving you six hours.Then I’m going to soap you up in the shower and get you off again.”
“Babe,” he drawled sleepily.“I think you might kill me.”
