“What do you want, William?”
“I…”
“Do you want me to taste you? Do you want me to ride you? Do you want me clawing at your back from beneath you? Tell me what you want, and it’s yours.” His pupils dilated, swallowing all of the blue until all that was left were fathomless black depths.
“Yes,” he choked out.
“Yes, what?”
“All of it.”
He earned a kiss for that. His hands, now free from their imaginary prison, banded about my waist and fisted in my hair.
“You have to pick one. I’m not flexible enough to manage all three at once.”
“Above me, where you belong, Aphrodite.”
“I don’t know about that. But I’m happy to oblige.”
“Goddess.”
There was a moment, however brief, where I considered simply… not uttering the question, however necessary it was. Where I just let fate, or God, or the gods, or nature decide.
But it was not my choice to make, not alone, and not without vows. “Do you… you will let me know when it is time? So there are no… surprises.”
He considered my words with all the severity they were due, regardless of their vagueness. Shifting beneath me, seeming to test his resolve. “Yes, I… yes.” He pulled my lips down to his, pressing them simply, earnestly, against my own.
I settled back, resting on his thighs, working on the falls of his trousers. I had a suspicion that what I would find under there would be thoroughly distracting. So distracting that I would never get his trousers off if I didn’t remove them entirely before sitting back to admire him. I forced myself to slide to the side, yanking them all the way and flinging them elsewhere.
Obstacles gone, I settled back into my spot resting on hard thighs to admire. I was no blushing debutant, but I felt it now. He was hard and proud, and I was suddenly, achingly empty.
“You cannot look at me like that and expect this to last for more than a few seconds,” Will groaned.
My gaze found his. He wore a hungry expression that was entirely reflective of my own need. Bending down, I offered him what I intended as a gentle kiss. He had other ideas. His tongue slid along mine, becoming downright filthy with ease.
This man… This man who had been infuriating me, saving me, cherishing me, pushing me, arousing me, loving me from the moment we met. This man who took me apart, piece by piece in this very bed mere moments ago… Oh, I was going to destroy him. I was going to send him to the same euphoria he sent me to.
I pulled away, running my hand up and down his length a few times, twisting on the end for good measure while he cursed and thrust to meet me.
“Yes?” I asked, waiting for his clenched eyes to open and meet mine.
“Yes, love—Always, yes.” Permission granted, I lifted myself, more awkwardly than I wished, overtop him. He caught my hip in one hand, steadying me, as I sank down, down, down on him.
Breath left us both, my lungs refusing to cooperate, while his worked too well. After a moment, air came back to me and I rocked gently forward and up, back and down. That movement earned me another curse and Will’s free hand pulling me forward.
Our lips crashed together. He used teeth and tongue and that full lower lip to convey all the emotions I wasn’t quite ready to hear aloud. There was no doubt though, what he meant. Admiration, adoration, lust, love, all poured through his lips to mine. My hips stuttered at the overwhelm of it all, but his hand tightened on my waist, adjusting the rhythm.
A peak was building again, one I hadn’t thought to expect. Certainly not after the one I just had, but it was growing, overfilling with his feelings and my own. Higher and higher with each thrust, his free hand found my bud between us, pressing against it in a way that left me shattered without warning.
I collapsed atop him, boneless and sated and heaving great gulps of air. Lost in another world entirely. Seconds, minutes, hours, years later, I found myself sprawled above his cool chest, his member still hard inside me.
Languidly, I rose off him and slid down his form, and swallowed him down. He was too much for me to take in his entirety, and I caught the rest of his hardness in my hand. It took mere seconds before he was babbling words of adoration, encouragement, and curses mixed with groans. His hands threaded through my hair, directing my rhythm, still exceedingly gentle.
“Celine, love, I’m going to…”
I didn’t care. Not anymore. I wanted it.
I met his gaze and he cursed above me before his release filled my mouth. After swallowing, I crawled back to my place on top of his chest and curled against him. Somehow even now, damp with perspiration, he was cooler than I was. His body was a soothing balm against my own.
