“So, teach me,” I moaned, pushing back to meet him.
His muscles tightened. In the mirror, I watched the roses on his shoulder ripple. “Oh, Sunshine. I’m going to claim every inch of your body. Going to make you come so many times, you forget your own name. Only remember mine.”
“And I’ll claim every inch of yours,” I promised.
Something wild flashed in his eyes, and he released my wrists to grip my hips with both hands. He found his rhythm with deep, powerful strokes that hit that perfect spot every time, the sound of skin against skin filling the room, mixing with our gasps and moans.
“Why do you call me Sunshine?” I wondered breathlessly.
“Because my whole life was one dark storm,” he explained between thrusts. “Until you came in like a beacon of light. My own personal sunshine.”
I moaned when he slammed even harder into me.
“That’s it, Sunshine. You take me. All of me. Every inch.” His abs clenched and released with each thrust, while sweat made his skin gleam. “Watch in the mirror as you come around me. Watch how beautiful you are when you let go.”
I watched. Watched him take me. Watched my face flush and contort with pleasure. Watched my body accept him over and over all while the coil wound impossibly tight and my inner walls began to flutter.
“Axel!” His name tore from my throat as I shattered. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me.
He worked me through it, extending the orgasm until I thought I might die from the intensity. Only then did he let himself go, slamming deep with a growl that seemed to come from his soul. I felt him pulse inside me. Felt his release fill me with warmth.
After, he stayed buried inside me for a moment. Both of us breathing hard. Then he kissed my spine tenderly. Each vertebra. A trail of worship.
“Say it again.” Softer this time. Gentle.
“I’m perfect.”
“You’re perfect, Sunshine. Every inch. Every curve. Every part you see as a flaw is part of your story. And I love your story.” He withdrew slowly, both of us hissing at the sensitivity.“If you ever talk bad about yourself again, I’ll make your ass even redder.”
I smiled. Somehow, it didn’t surprise me that Axel would protect me from any bully. Even if that bully was me.
“Stay.” He vanished for a moment, returning with a warm washcloth. The terry cloth was soft against my sensitive flesh as he cleaned me with impossible gentleness.
“I’m not done with you,” he warned, already beginning to harden again. “Are you too sore for round two?”
Truth was, I was a little sore. But the good kind. The kind that made me want more.
“My turn,” I said, taking the washcloth from him. I ran it along his length, cleaning away our combined release. He groaned as I stroked him, and he grew harder with each pass.
“Now you watch.” I dropped to my knees. “Watch how perfect this looks.”
I took him in my mouth, tasting both of us.
Axel’s head fell back, and a groan rumbled from deep in his chest.
I pulled off with a pop. “I said, watch.”
His lips quirked up with a flash of that cocky smile I loved. But like a good boy, he obeyed, and his eyes fixed on where my mouth wrapped around him.
“Now hold the back of my head,” I instructed. “Use my mouth. Show me how you’ve imagined it.”
The tendons in his neck went taut as he fisted my hair. I relaxed my jaw as he pushed deeper, until he hit the back of my throat and I gagged slightly.
“Relax, baby. Breathe through your nose.”
I nodded, taking a deep breath. He tried again, and this time, he went slow, patient, until, finally, my nose pressed against his pelvis. Until he filled my mouth and throat completely.
“Sunshine. Do. Not. Move.”
