“Perfect,” she replies as she throws her head back and exposes her neck.
“Perfect,” I repeat. I fumble to yank her jeans open, but my lust for her is making me clumsy.
She swats my hand out of the way. “Let me.”
Then they’re open and I dive into her sweet, slick pussy, finding the hole my cock wants and filling it with my finger.
“Awe, shit,” she says breathlessly as she grips my biceps. “The finger won’t do.”
“No it fuckin’ won’t.” I yank her jeans to her ankles as I drop to my knees, then bury my nose in her cunt, smell her lust, taste her sweetness. Attack her clit.
She tangles her fingers in my hair as she bucks against my face. “Stop,” she moans as she keeps thrusting. “You’re gonna make me come. I want you to fuck me when I do that.”
I stand, drag her to my bedroom and flatten her as we both fall onto the mattress, still kissing, hands frantically seeking each other out.
Somehow she squirms out of her jeans. Somehow I manage to get my jeans over my ass. She opens her legs and when I sink into her heat, I know that I’m home. After 12 long fucking years, I’ve found my way. My eyes sear as emotion takes over.
Then she grips my ass and pushes her pussy against my groin. “Christ, you’re big.”
“Fuck,” I groan as I start sliding in and out of her. I try to maintain my control, try not to go too fast or too hard. I don’t wanna come yet and I don’t wanna hurt her.
“Faster, harder,” she almost shrieks as she wraps her legs tightly around my hips and thrusts up against me.
I fall apart, fucking her like I’ve never fucked a woman before in my life. She can take it, she can take all of me and give it back. I need her like I need to breathe.
When she’s close to coming, her breathing changes, which brings me closer. My balls tighten as jizz spurts up my cock.
“Hurry,” she gasps as she tightens her legs and digs her fingers into my back. “Please fuckin’ hurry.”
I come so hard I almost pass out. I forget about her and what she needs. All I can do is ride the turbulence, let the storm take me. I barely hear her cry as she comes.
I slump down on top of her as my body goes numb, my weight pressing her into the bed. She wraps her arms tighter around me.
Then she fuckin’ says, “This can’t happen again.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Selkie
No one has ever accused me of having a sense of timing. After Eight rocks my world, as I return to my senses, I realize what just happened was a terrible mistake. I’ve fallen in love with this guy and already, the hurt of losing him replaces the fantastic orgasm I just had.
“This can’t happen again,” I say.
He stiffens and not in a good way, then catapults himself off me. “What the fuck did you just say?”
“You heard.” I sit up and take stock. Bra still on, T-shirt ripped but not so bad I can’t pin it ‘til I get home. Panties and jeans on the floor, which I reach for.
“Bullshit,” he barks as his strong hands circle my biceps and propel me up the mattress until he slams me against the headboard.
“Ow,” I yell as my head bounce off it. “What the fuck?”
He straddles me. “This is gonna happen again. And again. And again. And you’re gonna stick around after. What happened between us wasn’t just a way to pass time. We are in a fucking relationship and that’s the end of it.”
I shove at his chest, half-pissed, but 2/3 thrilled at what he’s saying. The undercurrent of his tone speaks to his commitment. I’ve just fucked a man who’s telling me he wants me despite all that I am: hot mess, mouthy, screwed up, loads of baggage.
“I’ve heard that before but turns out it’s temporary insanity.” I’m trying not to get turned on by his still-erect cock pressing against my belly. His hard thighs straddling me. His huge hands gripping my hair as he glares at me.
“That’s bullshit. You’re gonna walk away after this? When you haven’t given us a chance?”
