His lips found my cheek, and he swiped his tongue over the skin. I turned my head fully, giving him access to my mouth. Which he took with greedy moans of pleasure. ‘You feel me, you feel what I’ve been hiding from you for months? Since we first fucking met?’
Slap.
A gasp parted my lips as a shot of sudden pain flared in my pussy. His hand reared back and placed another sharp smack in the same spot. A pornographic moan tumbled from my mouth into his.
Slap.
‘I-I’m gonna—’ I could barely catch my breath.
Finesse went out the window. His cock pounded into me and the cries tearing from my throat only seemed to spur him on.
‘With.’Thrust.‘Me.’Thrust.
The edge of that sparkling cliff was within my reach and I knew what would send me over the edge. Digging my nails into his skull, I whispered against his open mouth. ‘Again.’
He pulled back to look me in the eye, and that cocky smile spread over his lips right before anotherslapechoed around the room. Burning heat shot through my clit, bowing my back, combined with the tight hold he had around my waist, my mind splintered. An orgasm bigger and more violent than I’d ever experienced ravaged through my body.
His cock swelled inside me.
‘Rosie—’ his voice cut off on a tortured moan as his own release barreled through him.
We fell into a heap on the bed. Still inside me, he rolled us so we were spooning. Strangely, I didn't hate it.
‘Okay.’ I placed a hand on my chest, my heart beating wildly against my ribs. ‘We’re gonna be doing that again.’
‘Yes, we fucking are.’ His mouth sought mine for a thorough kiss.
30
Night bledin through the open window. Despite the winter chill, I’d never felt warmer in my life. The blankets draped around both of our bodies, legs tangled together so that I felt the hairs on George’s legs prickle against my bare skin.
My breathing had finally returned to normal. The same couldn’t be said for the organ beating a discordant rhythm in my chest. It was so loud; I wondered how he didn’t hear it. How he didn’t see it pumping wildly and uncontrollably. But his gaze wasn’t there. In fact, it hadn’t drifted from my face in the past fifteen minutes.
In the dim light, his eyes looked almost black as they trailed over my profile.
We hadn’t uttered a word since both our climaxes had rocketed through us, and I didn’t want to break the bubble we were in.
We were safe here.
Safe. Cocooned. Untouchable.
My fingers toyed with the strands of his beard. He’d disposed of the condom after coming and as if he couldn’t stand a single second not touching me, he’d dove under thecovers and pulled me to his chest so we were facing each other. A lazy smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, not reaching his eyes, which occasionally fluttered closed when I traced patterns on his stomach. Inching further south. He didn’t stop me, but he equally didn’t start it up again, even when I felt his cock grow hard under my touch. Content to let me explore.
Something I had never done before. Never had arms banded around my body in an embrace and I’d wanted to burrow further in them. If a guy had wanted to cuddle after sex, I’d lie there stiff as a board until they got the picture and slunk out. Never had I been so infatuated with another person that I wanted to draw lines with my fingertips over their entire body, asking questions about every bump and scar until I had a road map of their life.
Never. Never.Never
Until now.
Fear and anxiety linked hands in my chest and skipped to all four corners of my body, lighting up my limbs with trepidation.
My fingers on his beard stilled as I tried to get my chaotic emotions under control.
‘You asked—’ The words died in my throat.
George didn’t push. I saw the questions bubble up inside him, but he kept quiet, stroking a hand up and down my back, the action soothing.
‘At the comedy club, you asked why I never talk about my dad,’ I whispered, still scared to talk louder, worried it would break whatever spell we were under.
