I gasp, then whimper, squeezing my eyes shut as heat, white and furious, fills me and makes my ears buzz.
It feels so damn good. Too good. The way he fills me and…Goddess.
I grit my teeth and hold my breath as the storm inside me finally breaks, a tempest so total that everything in the world fades away except for this man and this moment.
I pulse around him again and again as pleasure shoots through me with the force of a lightning strike. I claw at his back, pulling him closer. I want this to go on forever, and at the same time, I need it to end before I’m swept away for good.
His gaze burns into mine, his body trembling.
When I scream his name, he falls right over the edge with me.
…
I open my eyes just as the first rays of dawn crest the horizon.
I’m warm all over, and my body is still humming from last night. Honestly, I don’t remember falling asleep, but when my eyes focus, I realize I’m not the only one awake.
“Morning,” Dietan says. He’s lying on his side facing me, cradling his head in his hand and grinning like the fool he is. His eyes are bright, slightly lined with weariness, and I wonder if he’s slept since our second bout of lovemaking.
I rub the grit from my own eyes. “Were you watching me sleep? That’s creepy, you know.”
“I was waiting for you to wake up,” he says.
“Were you now? I wonder why…” I tease as I notice the bulge under the sheets. “I see you’re up. Been that way for some time?”
“Longer than I dreamed possible.”
“That must have been hard.”
“Harder than you might guess.” He waggles his eyebrows.
“Really? I might have to investigate.”
“By all means.”
I snuggle closer to him, and my skin tingles all over, remembering the way his body moved with mine just a few hours before. It feels like a dream. But when he leans over me and tips my chin up to meet his. I know it’s real. He smiles even wider and slips a hand between my legs once more, a finger stroking and then finding the white-hot center of my body, where I’m so ready for him.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s eager,” he says.
“Shut up.”
“No, really. You must have been up all night to be this wet.”
Well, he would know. “Stop or I’ll kill you,” I tease.
“No, you won’t. We’ve already established that you’re bad at that.” He laughs as he adds another finger, slipping so easily inside. He strokes a little harder, and my breath hitches.
“Don’t be so sure. Maybe I plan on using you until your heart gives out,” I threaten, rolling on top of him.
He looks up at me, eyes shining. “Do it.”
Last night, the first time we made love, it was urgent and frantic, as if making up for lost time. In the middle of the night, we reached for each other once more in the warm haze between dreaming and waking, a balm for the terrors that once filled Dietan’s lonely nights. But now we take our time, exploring every inch of each other’s bodies.
This morning, I want nothing more than to please him the way he’s pleased me, and so I pull the sheet away, uncovering that glorious cock that’s given me more pleasure than I ever imagined possible.
“Sweet goddess,” I breathe, kneeling in front of him, thanking the Harvest Mother for blessing me with such a lover.
Dietan lies there with his arms folded under his head, and he cranes his neck to look down at me with a proud, lustful grin. “You look good from this angle,” he says as his body trembles with anticipation.
