“God, I love seeing you marked by me.”
I moan, thrusting my hips back, loving this angle. I can take him deeper, so deep.
“Jamie—”
“You want to come?”
“Please. Please, please, pl—”
“Reach back. Touch yourself.”
My fingers immediately find my clit, and the added stimulation makes me see stars.
“That’s it,” he encourages, thrusting harder now. “Make yourself come on my cock. Show me how needy you are.”
I work my clit frantically, and the orgasm builds fast—too fast—cresting like a wave about to break. My vision bursts into Technicolor, mixing with the stars and the northern lights swirling above us.
“Jamie—I’m—”
“Do it. Come for me. Let me feel it.”
I shatter, crying out into the blanket, my whole body convulsing. He doesn’t slow down, fucking me through it, prolonging it until I’m shaking and oversensitive.
Then he pulls out suddenly, and I make a sound of protest.
“On your back,” he commands.
I flip over clumsily, boneless and spent, and he’s right above me—kneeling between my legs, stroking himself.
“Open your mouth.”
I do, and he leans forward, positioning himself over me.
“You know what I want to do?” he asks, hoarsely. “I want to come all over those pretty tits. Mark you up. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Please—”
But he doesn’t. Instead, he pushes back inside me, and we both groan at the sensation.
“Changed my mind,” he says, bracing himself on his forearms so we’re face-to-face. “Want to see your eyes when I fill you up. Want you to know who’s making you feel this good.”
The angle’s different now, the position more intimate.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans against my mouth. “Squeezing me so perfect—”
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “I want you to come inside me,” I whisper. “Want to feel it.”
His rhythm falters. “Jesus, Joy—”
“Do it,” I urge, nails raking down his back. “Fill me up. Make me yours.”
He thrusts hard three more times, then goes rigid, burying himself deep as he comes. I feel the pulse of it, hot and wet inside me, and it triggers another small orgasm that has me clenching around him.
“Fuck,” he breathes, collapsing on top of me. “Fuck, that was—”
We lie there, tangled together, both of us panting and sweaty. Through the skylight, the stars keep watching, indifferent to the earth-shattering things that just happened beneath them.
After a while, Jamie rolls to the side, pulling me with him, so we’re facing each other.
