“Okay?” he asks roughly.
“Yes,” I moan. He laughs, kisses my cheek, and carefully lines up with me, teasing my aching entrance. I whimper, hips jerking.
“Shh. I’ve got you.” He kisses my cheek again and slowly slides inside of me. After so much foreplay, there’s no resistance. My eyes fall shut as he fills me completely, his thick shaft cleaving me open.
He groans. “God. God.” He waits a couple of seconds for me to get used to the sensation of him. Then he draws back and thrusts.
I cry out. This isn’t an angle I’ve ever felt before. As he slams into me again and again, he hits me so deeply my body doesn’t seem to know what to do with itself. I writhe in his arms, digging my fingers into his neck as he thumps into my most sensitive spot over and over.
“That’s right, baby,” he hisses. “Scratch me up with those pretty nails of yours.”
I don’t think I could stop if I tried. Every time he thuds against my G-spot, electricity fires through me, making my body quake. I close my eyes, letting my head fall back against the wall, and give in to the feeling. Dimly, I register a hand curling around the back of my head, cushioning my skull.
For a few minutes, my world narrows to this. Fraser’s scent, his strong arms around me, his skin slapping against mine as he drives into me over and over again. I’m hurtling towards another release. As Fraser tilts my pelvis and drives into me again, lightning flashes outside, filling the room with bright, white-blue light. For a moment, I swear I’m seeing the light of heaven.
I scream as I come, my back arching as pleasure floods through me. I hear Fraser swear as I clench down around him. He drops his forehead onto my shoulder and lets go with a rough shout, his body shuddering against mine.
For a long time, I’m just gone. Everything in me is warm and blank and singing. Eventually though, I start to come back down. I feel Fraser’s grip on my hips. I feel his panting breaths against my hair. Feel him turn to nuzzle my temple, his heart hammering against mine.
“I’m sorry,” I gasp. “That was all really weird. But amazing.”
Fraser makes a choked noise. His eyes are squeezed shut, his mouth pressed in a tight line.
Then he starts to laugh. Loudly. It shakes through me. After a moment, I’m laughing too. Because what evenwasthat?
Ridiculous. Messy. Silly. But Fraser doesn’t seem to care one bit.
“Where the hell did you come from?” he asks, wiping his eyes. “Christ. You’re unbelievable. Okay for me to pull out, love?”
I nod, and he carefully withdraws and sets me on the ground. He tosses the condom, and then he’s back, kissing me hard. “Feel better?” he asks tenderly.
“Yes.” Another hysterical giggle bubbles up. “Thank you for your help.”
“Oh,anytime.” He wipes a thumb down my cheek, and it comes off black with mascara.
“God, am I a mess?” I bet all my makeup melted in the rain.
He grins. “Aye. It’s perfect. Come on, sweetheart. I need a cuddle after that.” He nudges me towards his king-size mattress. I curl up in his muscled arms as he draws the covers over us, his chest still rumbling with laughter. His big body surrounds me, holding me all over, and I close my eyes, my brain hazed over with pleasure. I could happily die here.
Suddenly, thunder booms directly overhead. I vaguely hear the sound of crockery breaking in the kitchen. A horrible thought occurs to me. If I can hear the kitchen from here…
Oh no.
“Fraser?” I whisper.
“Hmm?” He nuzzles my cheek. If he were an animal, I swear he’d be purring.
“Do you think Cameron and Alec…heard all of that?”
His chuckle rocks through me. “Oh, absolutely. Right wee shouter, aren’t you?”
I groan, hiding my face in his chest hair.
Well, that will be fun to deal with in the morning.
TWENTY
FRASER
