She’s a wildcat, and feeling her tear at my clothes to get to me is something out of my horniest daydreams, andit’s actually happening. It fries my brain every time something like this happens, and the novelty shows no signs of going anywhere. My shirt is off, and the moment she frees my cock, I pin her down, line it up, and sink into her.Home. I couldn’t restrain my groanof pure lust if my life depended on it. She feels better than I remembered, even though I was inside her just last night.
Barely have I had the chance to savour the feeling of that first thrust when she starts to move, undulating her hips insistently, working me until she finds a rhythm she likes. The trouble is, I like it, too. Way,waytoo much. So I withdraw before I can blow it by coming too fast. She always gets me this way, fighting not to come too early, and it’s as maddening as it is addictive. She mewls with protest, and, as I look down at her face, the way her beautiful hair is spread around her in a ripple of bright ginger, my breath catches in my chest.
There’s a faint sheen on her skin, and her neck is flushed rosy. I dive down to taste it. It only makes me want to taste even more of her. So I kiss my way down her stomach, pausing to lick the V of her hips on both sides, before wrapping her thighs around my neck and going to town on her clit.
Any complaints she may have had about me pulling out of her have melted. She opens her legs wider and holds my head in place. As if I’m going to move away from my favourite place in the world. The purring, harsh sighs she makes are making my head spin. All I want is to keep making them happen, over and over.
Dimly, I’m aware of some music in the background. Fleetwood Mac. I grin as I carry on.That’s my girl. Fleetwood Mac is her happy music.Rhiannonis playing, and it hits me as utterly appropriate for this moment of pure heaven I’m experiencing. Stevie Nicks sings about the promise of heaven and asks me if I’ll ever win. And I know that in some ways I’ve already won, but I swear here and now that, no matter how long it takes, Iwill. I will win all of it - her heart, her soul, the third finger of her left hand - all of it.
I’m not going to fuck this up, no matter what it takes.
She’s grinding against me, hard and fitful, her face screwed up in concentration. “Harder,” she begs, redoubling her efforts. “I need…”
I wonder?
“I know what you need,” I whisper darkly, leaning back and spanking her, almost full force, on her pussy, hitting her clit sharply.
Her eyes fly open in shock, in rebellion, and then…Yes. She whimpers, widening her legs and nodding hard. An evil smile spreads slowly across my face, and I do it again, harder this time, making her gasp. Once more and she’s crying out, “God, YES!”The last time, I end by placing my middle fingers inside her, rubbing her hard, wanting to crow when she comes all over my hand. She’s wrung out by the time it fades, her thighs soaked with her arousal.
Satisfying my woman like this brings out my inner caveman. This was a bigger rush than I can ever remember feeling before, and I can’t do anything except rush back up and bury myself in her once more, almost sent to the moon when I feel the very last throes of her pleasure twitching around me.
I have to hold on by my fingernails, but I manage to send her over the edge one more time by dragging my cock overjustthe right spot inside her, again and again, the same place I stroked with my fingers mere seconds ago. The moment she climaxes again, however, I’m done for, and I bury myself as far inside her as I can go for the most intense, mind-blowing explosion I’ve ever had. I swear, it drained the very life out of me.
But somehow, I find enough energy to carry her to her bed and fuck her twice more before allowing us both to sleep for a few hours. And I can’t help thinking that, if she drained every last drop of strength out of me, I’d die a happy and grateful man.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Sadie
Three weeks go by and nothing bad happens.
Quite the opposite, actually. It’s all just endless goodness. I go to work, Gary sat happily on my shoulder or on the perch Leo had installed specially for him. I get several five star reviews from my clients, and plenty of shout outs on Instagram. I have fun with my chosen family, cinema trips, drinks after work, karaoke, the usual.
Except this time, Leo is holding my hand, smiling at me in a sensual, knowing way he never has before. Stealing kisses that pull the soul right out of my body between appointments and over lunch. Spending most nights in my bed, wringing heights of pleasure from my body that I never knew I was capable of feeling.
I’ve only ever truly relied on Tim to genuinely love me before now. Our father is getting to be more and more of an asshat the older he gets, and our mother is mildly loving but too cowed by him to be terribly demonstrative about it. Our older brother, Jacob, is pleasant, but stilted, awkward; we go weeks withouthearing from him, even though he lives only a few towns away. The twin bond has seen us both through some tough times, like his teenage fatherhood and my bout of depression a few years ago. We’ve always had each other’s back. We were born always having each other, so I thought that was my lot, and that I was extremely fortunate to have it. A twin is an incredible gift.
I relied on Leo’s friendship, which I suppose is a sort of love, but this…
The way he treats me, like he happily worships me and can’t wait to make me smile, has me hooked.
I’m starting to genuinely open up to the idea that what we have between us might be permanent, and not just a flash in the pan. I actually don’t think he is going to lose interest now that he’s had me. He hasn’t wavered once; far from it, he gets more adoring each day.
I’m going to have to get past my trust issues. He’s proving himself over and over, and he doesn’t deserve to be doubted.
By the time Eli’s birthday comes around, we’re signing his birthday card together rather than getting him one each. So, you know. Togetherness is now our jam.
We knock on their door, and I fidget uncomfortably with my bra strap, which is digging into my shoulder. Leo notices, and without a word, straightens it out. “Could you be more attentive,” I chuckle, straightening the front. My boobs are a bit sore today. I think I need some new, more supportive underwear that doesn’t dig in so much. Maybe I can take Leo bra shopping, get his opinion in the changing rooms…wind him up enough for him to drive us straight back to his…
“I’ll keep trying,” he murmurs in my ear, making my spine tingle.
The beam on Em’s face when she opens the door and sees us together speaks volumes. “Shut up,” I mutter good naturedly, giving her a light shove.
“I didn’t say anything,” she whispers back, giving me a cheeky wink.
“You don’t have to.” I scowl at her playfully.
We head through to the dining table in their lounge, where Liaden and Dean are already sitting. Liaden rapidly finishes swallowing her rose wine so she can bound up to Leo and give him a huge hug in greeting. Dean quickly follows, with darling little Click limping behind and begging us for a fuss. I happily give it to the sweet pup as I let him know how good and handsome he is.
