Knowing just what I need, he firmly sinks one hand into the hair at my nape, keeping us nose to nose while he moves his hipsin time with mine, rising up to meet me while his grip on my hip moves me back and forth.
"Stay right here, baby. I got you, gorgeous," he moans. "Mygorgeous girl. You're mine."
I nod, unable to speak.
"Say it."
"I'm yours," I mewl, inching closer and closer to the edge.
With a loud growl, he keeps us moving. "Again."
"I'm yours," the words come out in a scream, then they come out again and again, the two syllables the only thoughts in my head as my body careens over the edge. The orgasm hits me so hard the only thing I have to hold onto are those two words and the swirling pools of red before me, holding me captive.
The pleasure washes over me in waves, my body fluttering, spikes of heat flowing out from my center to the rest of my body. Eamon's loud growl as he pumps into me, filling me with his orgasm, extends my pleasure, the overwhelming sensations pulling blissed-out sighs from my lips as we continue to move together, our motions slow and languid.
Only when I can't possibly take anymore does he stop, releasing his grip on my hair and smoothing it down. I lay my head on his chest, reveling in the feel of him still hard inside me while our shared pleasure pools beneath us.
He lays his jaw against my head, using his free hand to draw soft circles on my spine, connectingusboth body and soul with his gentle touch. My heart pounds right against his, the echo of it bringing me almost to insanity. Tears well in my eyes, knowing there's a very good chance this is the last time we'll see each other, and I don't even get to tell this wonderful man goodbye or any of the other things he deserves to hear.
I sniffle, and Eamon stiffens, looking down at me with worry written all over his face.
"What's wrong, baby?"
The last thing I want is to lie to him, but I can't tell the truth, or I'll never get another chance to do what Ihave to.
"I'm just... it's been a really trying couple of days," okay, so it's not a lie.
He sighs, "Yeah. You've been through a lot." He continues his soft circles on my bare skin. "Not just the last few days, but the last forever."That's an understatement. "But you're strong enough to withstand it all. You, my little hunter, could withstand anything."
My chest threatens to cave in completely. I can't take this any longer, or I'll never do what needs to be done.
I rise up, removing him from my warmth and myself from his embrace. The discomfort of him sliding out makes me miss him immediately, wishing I could prolong our time together. With a final kiss against his lips that he tries to chase, I stand, grabbing my clothes from the floor.
He watches me, his brows pinched in confusion and concern as he tucks himself away.
"They're going to be pissed about the couch, you know," I tell him, echoing what I said about the door he ruined earlier.
A small smile lifts one side of his mouth, "I'm sure this couch has seen worse."
My nose scrunches in disgust as I laugh, "Gross. You were naked on that."
With a shrug, he stands, reaching for me and pulling me into an embrace against his chest. A content sigh fills the air, and it might be his or mine or both; I'm not really sure. He cradles my facein his hands, peering down at me with that blissful, hopeful expression again. With a chaste kiss on my lips, he releases me.
And not a moment too soon,withthe tears threatening to blossom again. I chew on my lip, knowing what I'm about to ask foris going tobe the beginning of the end, no matter whathisanswer is.
"Can I just go say bye to Bel?" my voice cracks on the word bye, and I squeeze my eyes shut against the emotion.
He's silent for a second before answering, "They're only what, two doors down?"
I nod, not looking at him.
"Are you sure they'll be awake? It's like 1:30."Is he actually considering this?
"Which means it's only 10:30 Vegas time," I assure him. "Which is like the middle of the day for them."
He chuckles, and I feel him twirling a strand of my hair around his finger, "Alright. Do you want me to come with you?"
"No," I say almost too quickly. "It's going to be very tearful,veryweepy." He narrows his eyes suspiciously, so I continue with his kryptonite. "And I'm talking about Fritz, not Bel."
