Page 61 of Between Here and the Horizon
My feet were off the ground. One second I was leaning back against the glass, still stroking my hand slowly up and down his hard cock, and the next I was in his arms. He rushed to the bed, and I waited for the sensation of falling as he lowered me onto the mattress, but it never came. He tore at the sheets and the blanket that were on the bed, throwing them to the floor, and then he was tearing at my jeans, too, ripping them from my body. Dropping to his knees, he planted his hands firmly on my ass cheeks, and he buried his face between my legs, biting at the soft cotton material of my panties, groaning loudly. “Fuck, Lang!What the hell have you done to me?”
I was too stunned by the feel of his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh to stutter out a response. He pressed the flat of his tongue against me, pushing my legs open a little wider, and then he was hooking my panties out of the way with his index finger and he was licking me, tracing his tongue torturously slowly over my pussy, teasing at my clitoris, still groaning in that pained way that made me want to scream.
He pushed his fingers inside me as he licked, and my knees buckled out from underneath me. Sully laughed under his breath, guiding me so that I was lying on my back on the welter of sheets he’d just thrown into disarray on the floor.
“Does that feel good?” he asked softly. “Because it feels good to me. And it fucking tastes good, too.”
“Shit, yes, it feels good.”
“Perfect.” He bent down between my legs again, pushing them wide open so he had better access to me. His mouth hovered less than an inch above my pussy. Looking up at me, eyes half closed, lips wet, he said, “Watch me, Lang. Watch me eat your pussy. Keep those eyes on me, beautiful. I want to see your face when you fall apart for me. I want to see your eyes roll back in your head when you come.”
I obeyed him without question. He flicked the very tip of his tongue over my clit, pumping his fingers inside me, and it was simply too much to bear. I rocked against his mouth, panting, barely conscious of what was happening anymore. I kept my eyes on him, watching him work his tongue over me, and before long I could feel it rising inside me—that tingling, prickly, delicious, demanding sensation that sank its claws into me, threatening to pull me under.
Sully must have sensed I was close; he started rubbing me with his thumb as well as stroking me with his tongue, and that was it. All I could take. I tumbled, I fell, I screamed and I writhed. Sully grabbed me by the hips and didn’t let go. He kept his mouth on me until I was shaking, my heels slipping and sliding on the floor as I kicked, unable to control my legs.
“Shit, shit, shit! Oh god.Sully!”
He leaned back, giving me a moment to regain myself. The arrogant wisecrack I was expecting never came. Neither did the smug celebratory pat on the back. I cracked open one eye, and Sully was staring down on me with a look of unmistakable awe on his face. He looked so serious that I felt a flush of heat blossom all over my skin.
“That was incredible,” he said, his voice a low whisper. “Fuck, Lang. You’re explosive. You’re motherfucking dynamite.” He was working his cock in his hand, moving swiftly, his grip tight. He wanted me. He wanted me so badly, I could see it plain as day in his eyes. The feeling was mutual. I let my knees drop to either side, and I slowly moved my hand in between my legs, lightly touching my fingertips over my pussy.
“Now,” I told him, refusing to break eye contact. “Please, Sully. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
I wasn’t ready for what happened next. He looked savage as he fell on me, one hand roughly groping at my breasts, the other supporting his weight as he angled himself between my legs. His hips were pressing against mine, our bodies in alignment, and then he was grinding them upward, thrusting inside me, and I couldn’t stop myself from crying out.
Sully immediately went very, very still. His eyes were wide, unblinking, as he hovered over me, his erection buried deep inside me. “Fuck,” he whispered. “You feel…” He trailed off, closing his eyes. “Oh my god, Lang.Shit.”
His reaction was electric. I waselectric. I could feel it flowing through me and into him, a relay of intense energy that promised to consume and destroy. Unable to stop myself, I began to rock my hips underneath him, shivering with pleasure at the friction that built up between our bodies.
Sully growled again, snarling almost. He stopped kneading at my breast and moved his hand down between my legs again, rubbing at my clit while he slowly, carefully, began rocking in time with me.
We fit together perfectly. I felt myself melting into him as his movements grew faster, until we were both crazy with the need for each other, clinging onto each other, biting and kissing and digging our nails into each other’s skin.
It felt like we both sank beyond ourselves, like we lost track of where we were. The light swung across us again and again, washing over us, casting shadows and highlights across our bodies, but neither of us seemed to notice. The world had shrunk to the smallest of spaces; nothing existed outside of the small observatory where Sully held me against him and thrust himself into me, faster and faster until I was begging him for release.
It came unexpectedly, like a meteor strike, devastating and total. I screamed, clinging to him, head kicked back so far it felt like my neck would snap, and Sully came too, roaring, pressing his forehead against my collarbone, panting, warring for breath as his body shook.
The calm that settled over us after was like a blanket, shielding us, keeping us warm despite the snow and the ice outside. We lay together for a long time, Sully still on top of me, still inside of me, and I drew circles and lines into the hard muscles across his back, down his side, over his scar. We breathed as one, our bodies mirroring each other as we finally came back into ourselves.
“Well,” Sully said quietly, after a very long time had passed. “We’re well and truly screwed now.”
“Why?” I whispered back.
“Because. That was the best sex I’ve ever had. I’m definitely going to want to do that again, Miss Ophelia Lang from California. I’m going to want to do that againa lot.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Capable
The rain woke me the next morning, globes of water pattering lightly against the glass dome of the observatory. Sully was still asleep. His feet were sticking out of the bottom of the sheets, still on the floor where we’d collapsed into unconsciousness. His bare ass was sticking out of the covers, too, and I couldn’t help myself. I sat up carefully and allowed myself a long moment to admire him in his sleep. He looked less restless than he did when awake, but his brow was still furrowed, as if he were still plagued with the weight of his burdens in his dreams. I lightly stroked my fingers over that creased area between his eyebrows, and they eased, all but disappearing.
“Damn you, Sully Fletcher,” I whispered. “Damn you all to hell.” Quickly I got up and got dressed, trying not to disturb him. I was fully clothed about to tiptoe my way down the spiral staircase when his voice stopped me.
“Lang, wait.”
Crap. I turned, and Sully was sitting up in the confusion of sheets, chest bare, light shining down on him through the huge windows overhead. He had a frown on his face, but his eyes were soft. Not angry. Just slightly disappointed, perhaps. “This isn’t going to work for me,” he said.
“What isn’t?”
