And it’s so easy and right to shift my hips so that he settles in an inch and then another inch. Stretching me. Filling me. My arms slide against the mattress underneath his arms and then back up to clasp around his broad shoulders. He wraps his arms around my back, holding me close.
“I could spend eternity like this,” he hisses in my ear, his breath hot against my neck.
I press my face against the crook of his neck and breathe him in—salt and musk and something uniquely him. “Me too.”
He moves his hands down my back slowly, reverently, and then begins to massage my full ass cheeks, guiding me as we begin to move together.
Oh god, he’s so thick. So perfect. It’s so satisfying feeling him fill me like this, hitting places deep inside that make my toes curl.
I don’t know how to describe it. It’s both fucking and making love at the same time. Dirty and sweet. Profane and sacred. The way he clutches me feels obscene. Yet the need I feel from him as he drags me down his huge cock and back up against his body in a way that hits my clit so perfectly?—
He grips my neck to lift my face to his and then kisses me passionately, his tongue tangling with mine, tasting me. His other hand is still on my ass, guiding our rhythm as our motion continues. So in sync, him so hard and perfect inside me.
He breaks from my mouth just long enough to say breathlessly, “Everything makes sense when we’re like this.”
I couldn’t agree more. Even though he’s lighting up every pleasure nerve inside me—every single one firing at once—Idon’t want to come yet. I just want to stay connected like this. I need this with him.
My hands on his chest curl, nails scratching lightly as I bear down on him, taking him deeper.
“Yes, honey,” he growls approvingly. “Just like that.”
Our hips move together sinuously, bodies dancing an ancient rhythm. God, I only ever dreamed of it being like this. My whole body clenches around him, his shaft inside me growing even thicker. My fingernails dig into his chest harder. I try to hold back my orgasm because I’m not ready to lose this moment with him yet.
But it’s like he can see it in my eyes—the desperation, the need to hold on.
“Give it to me, honey,” he commands, and then his lips are on mine again, swallowing my protest.
“Don’t go away again,” I say through our kisses, the words tumbling out. “I need you here.”
I see the pain hit in the way his eyebrows crumple, genuine anguish flashing across his features.
“I want to be with you more than anything,” he says fiercely. “Leaving you last time tore me apart.”
I feel guilty for bringing it up in this moment—for putting that pain on his face. Of course he didn’t want to leave. I clench around his cock deliberately, making him leap inside me. I stop moving even though it kills me a little, as close to climax as I am. Teetering on the edge.
He tries to shift my hips, but I shake my head stubbornly.
“I don’t want you to leave again.” I start to climb off him, shuddering as his cock shifts inside me with the movement.
But he merely rolls with me in one powerful motion, pinning me to the bed and thrusting deep inside. We both groan with how impossibly good it feels.
“If I go, I promise I’ll come back.” In the light from the moon streaming in through the window, I can see fierceness flash in his eyes—determination and something that looks like fear.
“This is messed up to be having this conversation with you hard inside me,” I point out breathlessly.
His cock leaps in response, and he rotates his groin to rub against my clit deliberately. “I think it’s the perfect place to be having this conversation.” He grins, bright teeth flashing in the moonlight.
I laugh despite everything, relaxing back against the pillows, legs falling open wide to accommodate him. “Of course you do.”
He reaches down and lifts my knee, hooking it over his shoulder so he can settle in even deeper. Then he thrusts lazily in and out several times in a way that has my eyelids fluttering shut, stars bursting behind them.
I bite my bottom lip hard to keep from crying out and waking the whole castle.
“Fuck, I love the way your body responds to me,” he says reverently, watching my face.
I try to open my eyes but only succeed in clenching and unclenching my pussy muscles around him, luxuriating in the feel of the position as he slides in and out again. Finally, blearily, I manage to look up at him looming sexily above me—all muscles and wings and focused intensity.
“Well, I guess it’s not the worst way to talk,” I finally manage to gasp out. “But I can hardly think clearly. What are we going to do about your brother?”
