She needed a minute to process. In a dim way, she knew her entire worldview had shifted in the last hour. It wasn’t just the physical. What had happened between them was a slow, devastating unraveling of everything she knew about desire and connection.
Rush lifted his head, searching her face, but she pressed himback down again. His breath was warm against her skin. He brushed his lips over the curve of her breast, his tongue flicking lazily at her nipple before he took it into his mouth again.
She wasn’t sure how long they lay like that, him still inside her, wrapped around her, but she didn’t want it to end. Her body still hummed with pleasure, but something deeper was settling in her chest too. A slow smile curved her lips while she studied the shadows on the ceiling of the cabin.
Rush lifted his head again, his heavy-lidded gaze looking her over carefully. “There’s red marks here,” he murmured, running his fingers over her breasts, following them with his mouth, pressing soft kisses on the evidence of where his mouth had been. “Didn’t realize I was marking you up.”
He sounded more than satisfied with the results, Lily thought with a smile. He pressed warm, open-mouthed kisses against her throat, her collarbone, and the tender skin just under her nipple. He groaned as he kissed her there, pulling her into his mouth again.
Lily inhaled deeply, feeling the slow throb between her thighs pulse to life again.
“You’re so damn pretty,” he murmured against her, kissing first one breast then the other. Taking his time. Savoring. “Could spend all damn night right here.” He hummed against her, sucking lightly before pulling back to admire his work.
It lit her up in a primal way, and she arched against him, shocked with the simmering awareness that he was still hard inside her.Oh my.Her eyes widened.
“Again?” she murmured, astonished and slightly awed.
Had she thought she was out of his league? He was playing a different sport entirely.
Rush’s grin turned slow and smug. “I can go again. And again.” He leaned in close, his lips teasing her ear. “And again.”
The heat pooled between her thighs instantly, her bodyresponding eagerly despite the faint soreness lingering. Rush kissed her gently, slower this time, taking his time to savor her. He sucked her nipple deep into his mouth again, flicking his tongue in a way that sent bolts of pleasure between her legs.
He pulled back to look at her with a lazy smile. “Sensitive, hmm? Gonna have to take care of that, angel.”
Lily nodded, already reaching to pull him back to her, but Rush pulled out of her and gripped her thighs, encouraging her to move.
She let him guide her up, shifting until she straddled him, her knees on either side of his waist. A tiny flutter of nerves mixed with anticipation rolled through her as she felt the heavy length of him pressing against her sensitive core—still tender and sore from minutes before.
Rush groaned beneath her, his fingers flexing on her hips as he slowly pushed just inside her slick entrance. “Take it slow,” he whispered roughly.
Lily let out a little whimper at the feel of him, her body clenching, already overwhelmed at the size. Rush leaned up and caught her nipple between his teeth again, holding her gaze and sucking harder as she felt her body turn slicker, wetter, giving in to the blunt slide of his cock, inch by inch. Rush held her gaze, his mouth still on her, sucking deep before letting go with a wet, obscenepop.
“Oh!” she gasped, closing her eyes. The pleasure was too much. Too intense. Her senses spiraled higher, the intensity building until tears filled her eyes. “I need—” she gasped, panting, grinding, desperate, lost in the feeling inside her. “Please, Rush. Please don’t stop.”
One strong hand reached up to grip the back of her neck, pulling her closer to his mouth and guiding her gaze to his as he took the other nipple in his mouth and sucked. The dominance of the touch sent a quiver straight through her, and shegroaned, rocking harder against the thick, rigid length beneath her.
“Tell me,” he ordered, lifting his hips to meet hers, giving her more friction and driving deeper. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want—” The words stuck in her throat. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Wicked sensation had taken over, blotting out everything but the fire raging in her body.
“Tell me what you need.” His voice was pure sin, low and rough, as he thrust into her from below. “You need this cock?”
He thrust upward, slow and deep, and the crude words, the friction right where she needed it most made her vision go white at the edges.
“Tell me how much you want it,” he ordered roughly.
“Yes, Rush, yes!” The words tore from her throat. “Please, please?—”
He slid one hand down her body, over her stomach, slipping through the damp red curls to find her aching clit. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growled, his thumb circling slowly at first then faster, pressing in time with her hips moving.
It was enough to break her wide open. Pleasure crashed into her, and Lily shattered, shuddering violently against him, feeling her inner muscles clenching on him in spasms. Rush groaned long and deep, rocking into her from below, grinding and pulsing while her body clenched tight as a fist around him.
“I’ve got you,” he grunted, holding her tightly when she collapsed into his body, her face tucked into his neck as the pleasure overwhelmed her. His rhythm stuttered, his cock throbbing inside her as he held still and pulsed into her.
For a long, breathless moment, they stayed like that. Lily snuggled closer into the bristly hollow of Rush’s neck, inhaling his scent—clean male sweat, sex, and whiskey—and felt the sensation of letting go sweep through her. Suddenly, her throattightened, and a wave of emotions flooded her. A tear slipped free, then another.
Rush let out a deep exhale, his big hand smoothing lazily up and down her back. Carefully, he eased out of her.
