“Okay,” I breathe.
His face breaks out into a grin but then he’s moving down my body, his impossibly wide shoulders forcing my legs apart.
His hands grasp me from behind my thighs and then he pushes my legs up and a startled cry escapes me when he buries his face between my legs.
“Fuck!” I yell, hands clawing at his head as he works me with his tongue, and my hips roll, begging for more.
“Such a needy girl,” He grumbles against me, the vibration of his words only adding to the pleasure. “You want to come?”
“Yes,” I hiss, trying to force him back between my legs.
“Then you can come on my cock,” He growls as he moves back up my body, his mouth wet with me and then he flips onto his back, bringing me with him until my thighs stretch over his hips and his cock is punching up into me. I sink onto him, the delicious sting of his length making my eyes roll back.
Placing my hands on his chest, I move my hips in a way that allows him to thrust in and out of me while adding the friction I crave to my clit. His fingers bite into the soft flesh on the tops of my thighs, the muscles in his neck tight as he holds himself back. I see it though, the need to dominate, to take control.
“Killian,” I moan his name and his mouth slackens, my pace increasing.
“Fucckkkkk,” He groans, “Savannah, don’t fucking stop.”
“You want to come?” I repeat his earlier question, curling my fingers into his chest to score his skin.
His eyes roll back as the pleasure of what I am doing consumes him and the power of it only makes me even wetter. I need it harder, faster, I want to feel him so far inside of me I can’t tell where he starts, and I end.
I lift onto my knees only to slam myself down.
“Fuck baby,” He groans, “Slow down.”
“I need more.” I beg.
“You want it hard, baby?” He asks, “Fast?”
“Hard,” I whimper before he flips us, grasps my hips and turns me until I’m face down in the pillows. Hands to my hips, he yanks me up, places a hand to the back of my neck and slams into me hard enough it feels as if my very bones rattle. The pillows beneath me capture my scream.
“Like that, Savannah?” He groans, “You want to feel me here for days?”
“Yes,” I hiss out, pushing back with his forward motion, “Mark me.”
His fingers flex on my neck and his thrusts stay hard and true, my body jolting with every slap of his body against mine.
“Put your hand between your legs and play with that pretty pussy of yours,” He orders, “Get yourself off on my cock, Savannah, let me feel you come all over me.”
I obey, ready to fall off that peak with him and it doesn’t take long at all. He works me through it as I clamp around him, my fingers rolling across my clit as I draw out every single second of the orgasm.
He comes soon after, his cock jerking inside of me as he groans my name.
This here, this end for us, it was inevitable.
I could have fought it, ran away from it but in the end, this is the only thing in the world that is right. He collapses down onto the bed beside me, and I turn my face to him, trying to steady my breathing.
“I love you,” I whisper to him.
“Always.” He replies.
Epilogue
A few weeks later…
Savannah curls into my side on the couch at Dean’s house, the game playing on the TV as we wait for the food to arrive. We’ve been here an hour already and we’re just waiting for the rest of the group to get here.
