“I need you inside me,” she groaned.
I felt lightheaded, besieged with the power she was placing in my hands. I pushed into her, and when she let out a deep moan, I shoved those torn panties in her mouth before it unfurled into the screaming wail I felt shuddering beneath her skin. “Give me fuckingeverything,” I said. “I want it all.”
The tight coil between her shoulders loosened, and she dropped her head between her outstretched arms. Again, I was expecting a knee to the groin and a door slammed in my face, but she sighed, humming when I was fully seated inside her. My hands layered over hers on the headboard. I brought my mouth to that precious spot behind her ear for a minute, just tasting while I moved in her.
“You are delicious,” I murmured. “Your skin, your mouth, your pussy. But you know what I want to taste now?”
I rocked forward, cursing under my breath as her muscles clamped around me. She shook her head and curled her fingers through mine.
“I want to know how you taste when you come,” I whispered. “And I’m going to fuck you now because I intend to find out.”
Soon the headboard was slamming against the wall, and regardless of whether the neighbors knew my name, they knew exactly what was going on here. Tiel ground into me, her hips snapping to meet my thrusts, and the hushed cries from behind that balled-up fabric elevated every ounce of desire in my body.
I was gutted—torn in two and split the fuck open—and I recognized my long-held fears decimated and discarded on the ground around us.
I lasted far longer than I expected, and part of it was the awe of exploring the boundaries with Tiel. My handprint on her ass, the panties in her mouth, the sassy, defiant way she followed my orders—she shut down my stress and only allowed me to think about my cock and her pussy and the warm place inside me that she owned.
Her shrieks intensified, and I drew her hands from the headboard and brought them to her breasts. Watching her pinching her nipples harder than I expected she’d enjoy had me pounding into her until she was quivering in my arms. I whispered, “Oh, you are so ready. So ready.”
Tiel nodded, her eyes squeezed shut. My balls were full and heavy, and I was well overdue to empty myself into her. Bringing my hand between her legs, I circled her clit while I gradually pulled out and then drove into her. I lingered on that tender spot, the one that felt impossibly deep and absolutely fuckingmine,and I stayed there as everything in her shuddered and sighed.
Her head and hands fell forward, clutching the few pillows remaining, and those beautiful rolling spasms unleashed my orgasm. The explosion immobilized me for several seconds—maybe it was minutes, I couldn’t tell—leaving my brain superbly numb. I couldn’t hear anything over the fire hose of blood pumping through my body, but I pulled out, tied off the condom, and flipped Tiel on her back.
She barely noticed me settling between her legs but when my tongue swiped her pussy, her eyes popped open and she fuckingscreamed.I took one last taste before crawling up her body, gently running my hands over her hips, belly, breasts before tossing those panties aside and laying my lips over hers.
There was nothing else that needed saying, and we lay there in a rumpled pile of blankets and pillows, kissing and clinging to each other.
It was magnificent.
We stayed there in that euphoric haze until my hands started twitching—my favorite low blood sugar symptom, right behind the temporary loss of my peripheral vision. In all reality, I was thrilled to get this much time with Tiel before crashing, I just hated rolling away from her. I reconnected my device and wasn’t shocked to see an abysmally low reading. “Do you have any juice?”
“Mmmhmm,” she sighed. “Fridge. Like always.”
I’d never asked Tiel to stock organic juices or unroasted nuts, but one week in late September I noticed them there. She was concerned in quiet ways, and it never bothered me when she’d peek at my device and tell me to eat.
I made it to the kitchen, downed an entire carton of orange juice, and breathed through the instinctive panic that set in every time I got this low. Once my calves didn’t feel quite as frozen anymore, I grabbed a jar of almonds and some water, and shuffled back to Tiel’s room.
She was exactly where I left her, naked and glowing brighter than the moon. She glanced over, smiling, and asked, “Are you okay?”
I reorganized the pillows and linens, and crawled to her side. “Just needed a snack.”
Tiel curled into me, and laid her head on my shoulder. “I believe you promised we’d watchPitch Perfect.”
Munching a handful of almonds, I smiled at her. “And you should know by now that if I say I’m going to do something . . .” I said. I grabbed the remote and toggled through her DVR stockpile to her reigning favorite, then dropped a quick kiss on her lips. “I do it.”
“THE CASTAVECHIAS WENT to Scotland over the summer,” Patrick said. “They visited castles.”
Riley frowned and nudged Matt’s shoulder. “Why is that an issue?”
“They’d like to redesign,” Andy said. “Again.”
On most Monday mornings, that news would have annoyed the shit out of me. But today? Today I was as cheerful as a fucking ladybug in July. It probably owed something to some incredible bed sex—who knew rolling over to a warm, soft, willing woman at all hours of the night could be so fantastic?—but it was more than that. I felt lighter, healthier¸ happier.
I was falling in love.
“Are they being charged the dicking-around fee? What is this? Version nineteen?” Matt asked.
“Yes,” Andy said. “But the bigger problem is that we’re already halfway through a Dutch Colonial restoration. The project shouldn’t become a Scottish castle, and . . .” She met Patrick’s eyes with a shrug.
