Please her!his hart advised, completely unnecessarily.
Felicity’s pleasure was genuinely more important than his because she was the most precious thing he’d ever known. She was like air, and he wasn’t sure how he had breathed before her. He tipped her back onto the bed that had seemed excessive when he checked in, and let his cock brush against her.
She spread her legs and squirmed towards it, but Robert wanted to make sure that he served her completely, so he drew away and touched her gently, stroking her pussy and kissing her sweet breasts and every so often letting his cock slide along her thigh.
The noises she made were better than music, and she rose to his fingers, letting him enter with one and then two, stroking slow and steady until she clenched and cried out.
How many times could he do that for her? Robert had to wonder. Her release was a liberation of his own tension, even as it wound him tighter.
Felicity recovered her senses and wriggled to sit up beside him, kissing and pushing him back by the shoulders until he was lying back on the pillows and she was straddling him.
“Felicity,” he said, full of yearning and need.
Then she was lowering herself onto him, tight and hot and wet, and Robert could not have stopped himself from feeling even if he had still wanted to.
It wasn’t just being buried inside her; it was being with her, having her close, and knowing that she was his. She would never leave him. He would never have to be alone again. Every stroke was a promise, every caress was a pact. He was safe, and he was whole, and he was home.
CHAPTER17
Felicity remembered Breck telling Tex that sex made everything clearer. “People depriving themselves of pleasure are weird and uptight,” he scoffed. “Acknowledge your needs and never be ashamed about satisfying them respectfully.”
Felicity thought there might be some truth to his belief, beyond just an excuse to get laid a lot. Her whole body felt like she’d been dipped in sugar and lightly toasted. She wriggled, savoring the feel of Robert’s body all along the short length of her. Even her toes were happy.
“How are you feeling?” she asked. He’d been so hurt, and she never wanted him to feel like he had to shun his own emotions again.
“Everything,” Robert said, his arms tightening around her. It wasn’t exactly an answer to her question, but it was an answer to her worry. “I’m feeling everything, and I’m not afraid of it.”
Felicity’s contentment was complete. “You have to be able to feel the bad things to enjoy the good things,” she said, “but it’s worth it! If you ever need to talk about it—or kiss!—I’ll be here!”
He kissed her forehead. “My biggest regret right now is that I wasted so much time being a coward with you.”
“You’re not a coward,” Felicity said loyally. “You just forgot about the good possibilities. We can make up for that! Tell me all your favorite things!”
Robert considered, his hands making lazy swirls in the hair along her back. “I like good wine and white chocolate,” he said. “I like the sound of rain on a metal roof.”
“Oo, those are good,” Felicity agreed.
“What about you?”
“Tickles,” Felicity said promptly, demonstrating on Robert’s sculpted sides. He giggled and gave back. “Laughter,” she added, when they had subsided into a fresh embrace. “Birdcalls. Christmas lights and scented candles. The feeling of sun on my skin. Maybe not your skin. You’re using sunblock, right? Even shifters burn, and you are as pale as milk. Oh, I like milk, too!”
“I’m diligent with sunscreen,” Robert promised. “I hate the itchy part of healing a burn.”
“Oh, me too,” Felicity agreed. “And mosquito bites.”
“Annoying people who talk at the theatre,” Robert added.
“People who use speakerphone in public!”
“People who spoil the end of the book they see you reading!”
“When you’re really hungry and eating pizza and you know you should wait a few moments, but you burn the roof of your mouth on hot cheese anyway!”
“That’s the worst,” Robert agreed.
“When people hurt someone that you love and there’s nothing you can do about it.” Felicity worried after she spoke that she’d turned the mood too dark, but Robert didn’t stiffen.
“Thinking that you might not be able to protect someone you care about,” Robert agreed.
