His tongue dances with mine as he strokes my desire and need to another level. After all the close proximity and desire and flirtation, the build-up brought us to this moment right here at last.
I moan into his mouth, and he swallows it down, ready and more than willin’ to give me more to moan about. He grinds against me, fittin’ his cock between my thighs to rub through my folds. Our kisses are hard and frantic, and I wiggle my hips in an effort to catch the tip of him right where I want it, but Flint pulls back, and I groan an objection.
He nuzzles his nose against my neck. “I want to play with you. Feel you. Touch you,” he tells me, breathin’ his sensual words against my jaw until he licks at the seam of my mouth. “Waited so long…”
I trap his bottom lip with my teeth and suck on it, pullin’ him back down into a deep kiss. “Play with me later. Take me now. Please?” I beg shamelessly.
I’ve been wantin’ this and thinkin’ about it for weeks, and I’m ready. I don’t need anythin’ else to get me there, I could come from his kiss alone. I just want him inside of me. I need it like I need my next breath, like I need—
Flint pushes his rigid cock into me without argument, and I throw my head back and let out a garbled noise as he fills me up. He achieves the perfect balance between rough and controlled, and when his hips press into my open thighs, I feel like I’ve reached a level of ecstasy I didn’t know about.
“God, yes,” I breathe, my back archin’ up, bendin’ to his force like willow branches in a breeze.
He groans, his fingers palmin’ my ass. “Up, Peaches,” he says gruffly, his hands already movin’ around my hips to help me sit up until I’m situated on his cock, my ass nestled in his lap and our faces an inch apart.
With a fierce hunger in his eyes, he grips my ass and then starts to work in and out of me slowly at first, hittin’ a part in me so deep that I don’t think it’s ever been touched before. Gradually, he moves faster, jerkin’ his hips up at the same time that he bounces my body up and down over his hard length.
He feels so damn good, and I pant and encourage him as he drops kisses down my neck. I hold up my breasts to him like an offerin’, and he pulls a nipple into his warm mouth. Flint squeezes my other breast, and I love every second of his passionate touch as he starts to take me faster and harder, coaxin’ prayers from my lips and words of worship for his body as it moves all around me.
“I’m claiming you, Medley Bell,” he says against my lips just before he licks a line down the curve of my neck. “Do you feel it?”
My stomach flips at his words at the same time that he hooks an arm under my knee. He tilts my pelvis at a new angle, and I lean back, one arm braced behind me as I help move my body up and down over his shaft.
“I asked you a question,” he says, nippin’ me on the breast hard enough that I cry out.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I call out breathlessly, both in a mantra of encouragement to never stop and in answer to his possessive question.
I hear the sound of a door closin’, but I’m too wrapped up in the orgasm that’s buildin’ in my core to care. “Right there, Flint.Yes,” I pant, tossin’ my head back, lettin’ the long locks tickle the sheets on the bed. “Now fuck me harder, Countertop,” I tease, and he growls and turns my smile into a cry of appreciation.
“You gonna come for me, Peaches? Come all over my cock, and then my face, and my fingers later?” I moan at his filthy words. “I’m gonna wring you out so good, there’ll be nothing left to make a cobbler with,” he growls in my ear and then sucks on my neck.
I laugh, knowin’ I’ll never look at that dessert the same, but I’ll be damned if I’m not here for it, mind, body, and soul.
“Cobbler that peach,” I encourage, snortin’ out a giggle that Flint’s cock once again turns into a moan.
“Oh Lord, I’m gonna come, Flint,” I announce, and his hand digs into my scalp as he yanks me up against him, kissin’ me deeply as my orgasm builds to its crescendo.
“There’s my beautiful girl. Come for me. Let me feel that pussy pulse around me while I watch you come. Come for me, come on, come on,” he demands, and I happily give in.
My orgasm cuts through me like a hot knife of pleasure, splittin’ me open. I curl against his chest and bite his shoulder as my moans muffle into his hard skin. He grabs my breast hard as he times his hard thrusts with the ripples of my ecstasy.
I mewl as he works me harder, and before I even know I can, he sends me right off another cliff before I’ve even finished fallin’ off the first one. Flint drops me into pure tinglin’ pleasure, playin’ my body like it’s his favorite instrument. I cry out incoherently, pepperin’ the room with yesses and moans. My pussy contracts around his cock, and Flint groans deeply, his arms bandin’ around me like he’s never gonna let me go.
One more hard thrust, and I feel his hips jerk up, and then he spills himself inside of me while he whispers in my ear. “You’re ours, Medley. You’re fucking ours, andwe’reyours.That’swhat it means to be our mate.”
My forehead presses against his shoulder, and I answer in a resoundin’ and very satisfied, “Mmm.”
I like the sound of that.
26
The two of us are breathin’ heavily, floatin’ in pure pleasure. Flint looks at me, his eyes no longer carryin’ any hint of the anger or fear I saw in them before. It does incredible things to my soul to know thatIpulled him away from those overwhelmin’ and angry emotions.
I feel powerful and revered with him between my thighs, and he must see that in my gaze because he chuckles and then kisses me deeply. This kiss is slower, languid, like he’s savorin’ me. I happily join along for the ride, my interest peaked that he seems to be revvin’ up so that we can go again instead of slowin’ down like I’d expect after the life shatterin’ sex that just happened.
Flint lifts me off his lap to pull out of me, and then his hand snakes down my abdomen and he parts my lips, pushin’ two fingers inside of me. My breath catches in surprise, and my stomach flips at the intimate intrusion. It’s not nearly as satisfyin’ as his cock just was, but when he swirls the digits and then hooks them up, findin’ my G-spot like he had a map to its exact location, my pussy has no choice but to perk back up and pay excited, rapt attention.
“I love the feel of our cum mixing,” Flint murmurs. I scrunch up my face, and he laughs at my expression before pressin’ the palm of his hand to my clit.
