I nudge her head to the side with my nose, leaving a trail of slow, wet kisses against her neck as she moans and writhes beneath my touch.
“Right now?” she sighs, trying to fight the onslaught of sensations, “Here?”
“Here,” I tell her, “Now.”
“Isla is going to kill you,” she giggles as I work my way down her body, kissing over her gods damned shirt that’s in my way until I’m at the waistband of her leggings.
“I’m sure she’ll understand,” I say through the teeth tugging on her pants. “Up.”
She lifts her hips, “But shouldn’t we like—” Her words cut off into a moan as I nearly tear her leggings and panties off in one swoop. I’d like to take my time with her, but unfortunately, we don’t have that luxury.
“Later. We can talk later.” I kiss the inside of her knee, laving her thigh with my tongue and lips, working towards my holy destination. “That was the worst moment of my life and I need to feel you and feel that you’re real and you’re here and you’remine.”
“Yours,” she repeats in a whimper, causing me to shudder from the pleasure just that one word gives me.
I suck gently where her thigh meets her hip, pulling more sweet sounds from her, and plead, “Say it again.”
“I’m yours,” she pants, writhing her hips to try to meet my mouth. She’s already so wet and needy that any thought I have of teasing her would only be cruel, and I have no intention of doing anything but giving her what she needs most.
With one swipe of my tongue against her, she moans so loudly I feel it all the way into my soul and repeats it like a mantra: “I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m yours— oh god.”
I’ve licked her for not thirty seconds, and she falls apart so beautifully against my face, her wet warmth clenching around my tongue as I work her through it. She tastes so divine, something unnameable, so explicitly Belissenda, so implicitly mine.
The moment she’s finished, I climb back up her body and unbutton my pants. A sweet, slow, romantic moment, this is not. This is desperation and salvation wrapped into a heady, volatile mix. I’m so gone that I’ve barely got my pants around my thighs before I bury myself in the apex of her thighs, and she gasps at the sudden intrusion.
My forearms frame her perfect face on the floor, our harsh, panting breaths mingling while she adjusts for a moment. I smash our mouths together, groaning at the zeal she has in sliding her tongue against mine again and again.
Her mouth is forced from mine as she gasps my name again when I start moving inside her. She wraps her arms around my back, pulling me closer. Her nails dig half moons into the back of my ribs, and she lifts her hips in time with mine, making sure I drag against her sweet spot with every thrust.
Her already growing orgasm radiates through her and into me; I can sense every fucking muscle in her body readying to squeeze the life out of my cock and make us both cum so hard we transcend into the next world. Every emotion she feels wraps around us, the love and the hope and the fear. I try as hard as I can to fuck that last one out of her until the only emotions wracking her body are joy and pleasure.
“Fritz,” she shouts, the whine in her voice a plea to take her over the edge. A plea I’m only too happy to acquiesce.
I reach a hand between us and rub her clit back and forth with my fingers, the slippery, soaking wet sounds of our joining fading into the background underneath her cries, “I got you, baby—fuck, let go. I’ve got you.”
Her orgasm shakes her entire body, forcing a scream from her gorgeous mouth while her eyebrows are pinched, and her eyes squeezed closed from the onslaught.
“Come on, baby, keep coming for me,” I mutter while I keep pounding the orgasm out of her, making it last as long as possible, wringing every bit of pleasure from her sweet body. Her screams turn into sobs, and I keep pushing her, “Fuck, you’re so stunning when you fall apart for me. You can do it. Give me more.”
Her fingernails nearly tear through the skin on my back, and I was right. Iamgoing to cum from the pain of her scratching the fuck out of me while I ride her into the ground beneath her. Any hope I had of drawing this out is gone. I nearly shout as I fill her little body with spend, her cunt still gripping me and squeezing every drop out.
Both of us finally spent, I ease out of her and roll onto my side, pulling her against me and inhaling the sweet scent of her hair, skin, and sweat like it’s my only source of oxygen.
“Wow,” she whispers, “That was…”
“Yeah.”
“Crazy.”
“Mhmm,” I wholeheartedly agree, squeezing her tighter. I know we need to get up. I need to get her clean and dressed before Isla returns, but I just want one more second before the real world invades our space again. “I love you, my Songbird,” I whisper into her hair.
She wiggles her way around until she’s facing me, cradled in my arms on this cold as fuck floor, and kisses me slowly and sweetly, whispering back, “I love you, too.”
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I tell her, standing and lifting her from the floor to carry her toward the shower.
“Mypants!” she reminds me, and I sigh in feigned exasperation.
“Fine,” I bend over to pick them up, letting her dangle— as if I might ever let her fall. Her giggles fill the room and assure me that now that we are one, everything will be okay. No one will be able to take her from me. Now, I just have to ensure they don’t take Cas from us.
