This was something else. Exactly what I’ve been hoping for. For now, I don’t tell him I’m not built for monogamy. Right now, with his memory of his perfect cock inside me and his breath steadying next to mine, he’s more than enough.
We lie entwined, heaving, skin still hot to the touch. Linus’ hand drifts across my stomach like he’s tracing ownership in the grooves of my body. I don’t stop him. His fingers find the edge of the blanket and pull it up around us like we need to be cocooned.
Minutes pass. Or hours. I wouldn’t know. Time is a meaningless creature when you’re this satiated.
“Ice cream?” he rasps, with a glint of mischief, like he already knows the answer.
I blink at him. Then laugh. “You’re offering me dessert after sex?”
“Aye.” He leans in, teeth grazing my nipple. “I’m offerin’ you fuel for round two.”
We stumble into the kitchen naked, my thighs glossy with our aftermath and anticipation of what’s still coming. The fridge light is too bright. Everything else is dim. Moonlight snakes in through half-closed blinds, catching the curve of his back, the cut of muscle over bone.
Linus looks beautiful in this light. Godly. I can’t shake the feeling he’s bound to me by heat and something older than memory.
He grabs a pint of mint chip and two spoons. I steal it from him before he can open it, hop up onto the counter, legs spread, spoon in hand.
“Feed me,” I smirk.
He does. Spoonful after cold, sweet spoonful. His eyes never leave my mouth.
“You’re trouble,” he murmurs.
“You like it.”
He dips his fingers in the container and, sticky with melting mint, he presses them into my mouth. I suck them unabashedly.
“Mmmmmmm….” Linus sets the pint down, steps between my legs, and kisses me. Hardly gentle, the opposite.
I wrap my legs around his waist. I don’t care if we’re in the kitchen. I don’t care if we fucked like animals ten minutes ago. I need him again. Reaching down, I grip his cock. Run my finger over his slit.
“You’re insatiable,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Well, I’m not done with you,” I breathe. “Clearly, you’re not done with me.”
His mouth crashes against mine. Cold hands on hot skin and then we’re colliding again. He lifts me effortlessly, strong hands under my thighs. My breath catches as he rubs himself against my opening.
“I’m clean,” I assure him.
He nods, “Me too.”
“I’m on the pill.”
“Then I’m all yours.”
There’s no hesitation this time. No barrier. His bare cock slides into me like my pussy was made to mold around him.
My head falls back as he fills me to the hilt. I swear I feel him in my ribs.
“Fuck, Avonna,” he growls. “You’re perfect. Warm. Wet. Open for me.”
“Don’t you dare stop.” I grip his shoulders.
“I wasn’t plannin’ on it.” He grinds into me with brutal precision. The fridge rattles behind us. The spoon hits the floor. I can’t stop shaking.
He fills me over and over again, all thick heat and pressure. My body welcomes him, no resistance. Raw need. I’m sensitive from the first time but it only makes this second taking more brutal. More real. More fated.
“Christ…” He rests his forehead against mine, watching my face twist with ecstasy. “You’re grippin’ me like you don’t wanna let go.”
