I'd clamp my thighs together if he wasn't in the way.
"I'm not going to last." Talon settles his broad shoulders between my legs, the pad of one thumb already settling over my clit, circling in slow movements that quickly have me forgetting my self-consciousness. "I need you to come for me again, I don't know if I can hold out long enough to get you off while I'm inside you, baby."
Why does his confession have me squirming to get him back inside me? I love the idea that this older man who must have somuch more experience than I do, is telling me he can't last inside me.
On the other hand...
Talon drops his head low and licks along the seam of my sex in one agonizingly slow stroke, his thumb still circling my clit, only now with more pressure.
"Damn, you taste so good." His tongue replaces his thumb momentarily and it's almost enough to launch me into the stratosphere, but then he moves on to teasing the rim of my entrance before spearing into me, licking deep like he's trying to taste me inside as well.
Every lick, every taste, every stroke of his tongue or his fingers feels designed to unravel me and it's working. It takes almost no time before the combination of broad fingers moving deep inside me and Talon's tongue flicking across my clit as he suctions over it has me falling apart in a series of full body spasms and the sound of Talon's name echoing off the cabin's interior.
He doesn't give me a chance to recover; I'm still panting from the world's best orgasm when he scrambles back up my body, trailing hasty kisses on the way until he's face to face with me, a tortured look furrowing his handsome features.
"I need back inside you baby." His voice is raspy, his words rushed. "I need to be inside you when I come. Please."
If the sheer torment in his plea wasn't enough to convince me, the sight of Talon's hand wrapped around his hard cock, his grip so tight I wouldn't be surprised if his knuckles are white, with the tip leaking pre-cum, has my entire body suddenly desperate to be filled by him again.
Maybe the actual words make their way past my lips, but I know my head nods, my hands eagerly reaching between us in a clumsy move to draw him into me faster.
Again, he slips inside me, and my head hits the mattress under me as I make a mewling noise as I feel his thick shaft push its way through my walls, forcing space for him while my pussy clenches around him.
I've barely had time to recover from the last orgasm, maybe that's why my muscles are already coiling in anticipation of another one, but if Talon thought I wasn't going to come with him buried deep inside me like this, he was wrong.
He pulls back, slipping nearly all the way free of me until I could cry from the emptiness before he plunges back in a hard, deep thrust that steals my breath and winds my muscles tighter.
Two. Three. Four strokes has us finding a rhythm. My fingers grapple at his back, digging in with my nails to hang on. Angling my hips, I find a place where the root of Talon's cock rubs deliciously against my needy clit each time he bottoms out, until I'm lost all over again.
This one is different, stronger, deeper; I can feel my core clamp down like my body is just as determined to keep Talon's stiff member inside me as my hands are to keep his torso anchored to mine.
Talon curses long and low, the single oath giving way to an intense, feral growl and then I feel his cock swell inside me, he surges forward and his body goes rigid and I feel each pump at he empties himself deep into my womb.
Something that seems right and natural and totally not something we should have talked about first.
There's probably a pharmacy in town, I'm pretty sure I can get morning after pills even in middle of nowhere Paradise Point.
Talon lays soft kisses along my forehead but I'm too tired for talk. When I fall asleep, he's still inside me.
CHAPTER EIGHT
TALON
Wakingup with a woman's soft curves in my arms isn't something I'm used to. Memories of last night and Arizona's sweet body taking mine do more to wake me up than coffee. My fingers trace over her bare shoulder and I curl against her with my nose buried in the fruity scent of her hair, with my hard dick pressed against her ass, pretending I'm not trying to wake her up when my phone goes off.
The harsh buzz of the thing vibrating against the wooden side table somewhere just out of reach ruins the morning.
Zona wakes with a start and before I can greet her with the soft kiss or the morning love-making I'd had planned for us, I see Jaden's name on the caller ID and raise a hand to let her know I have to take it.
"Avis." I answer short and official for the man on the other end of the line, but he can't see my hand as it reaches for a touch of Zona's sweet ass or how reluctant I am to let her fingers slip from mine when she crawls off the edge of the bed quietly.
"You okay?"
He can hear the disappointed noise I make when Zona puts her night shirt on and her womanly curves are hidden from me.
"Yeah. All good here, what's up?" I turn my attention to Jay while Arizona disappears into the back of the cabin and I hear the shower turn on.
While Jay fills me in on what's been happening on their end, I make the bed and start the coffee maker.
