“Byrdie?” There’s a question in his eyes, and my answer is so important to him.
“Don’t stop.”
He dips his head again, and my eyes flutter shut as he puts his mouth and his tongue on me. I fight against the intense pleasure bubbling up in me, and keep fighting until I can’t anymore, so I give in to it.
With my thighs trembling and my heart in my throat, Vonn settles over me.
It takes a good long while for my breathing to even out.
Vonn kisses me lightly, and I taste myself on his lips.
“How did you like my kisses?” he asks.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, feeling light and happy and boneless. “I love your kisses almost as much as I love you.”
He freezes, eyes widening and then softening. “You love me?”
I laugh. “You weren’t listening to me when I told you my feelings for you were complex and complicated, were you?”
Smiling, he presses his lips to mine. “I was listening, but clearly I wasn’tlistening.”
My body moves instinctively against his. My legs wrap around his waist, and he drops his forehead against mine as he lets out a pained groan when his cock sinks into the V between my thighs.
“Byrdie…” he pants, and I feel him swelling through his gym shorts.
“What comes next?” I ask, wanting to rock against him. “I think I want more.”
“Think?” He lifts his head to ask me.
“Not think.Want. I definitely want what comes next.”
“What comes next would be me taking my shorts off and sliding inside you, Byrdie. Being inside you is…” He swallows hard, eyes darkening. “Something I’ve wanted to do for a while now. Stopping would be hard.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“You’re sure this is what you want?”
I take my hands from around his shoulders and can’t help but notice his disappointment until I grip the waistband of his shorts and push down. “Off.”
They’re off and hitting the floor beside the bed a split second later.
His cock nudging my lower belly makes my pussy tighten in anticipation. There’s nothing between us. Bare skin against bare skin, his muscled, tattooed arms braced on the bed beside me so he can’t crush me.
“You look overwhelmed,” he whispers, not moving.
“I’m feeling a lot of things right now,” I whisper back.
“Bad things?”
“Good things.”
I circle my legs around his waist. The tip of his cock nudges me between my thighs, and I moan, rubbing myself against him. His size should intimidate. He feels too big—too thick—to fit into my body, but the thought of him pushing his way in, creating a space for himself inside me, makes me burn up.
His lips claim mine in a hungry kiss. When he rocks back, I tilt my hips, and he slips inside. He’s barely in, and already it’s almost too much. I moan, and he swallows the needy sound.
One rock and grind swiftly turns into a frantic race. With each thrust, he buries more inches of hard, thick cock inside me.
Running my hands up and down his back, I feel the muscles tense and contract beneath my palms. He’s trying to go slowly, but I don’t want slow. I like this hard, deep rhythm too much to want it to stop.
