“Go?” My gaze darted from him to the bed, still a decent distance away. “Are you mad? Whaddaya mean we go? I- Ack!”
“One,” he snarled, dipping as low as our predicament allowed.
“Wait!”
“Two.” Bouncing a little on the balls of his feet, like he was testing this deranged idea out, like he thought he could bound for the bed in a single leap and actually make it, like he was some kind of flippin’ bunny man or something.
“No two!”
“Three!”
“Cy! EEEE!”
We did indeed take off like a loaded spring. Cy launched us towards the bed, twisting mid air so he took the brunt of our fall.
I felt like a cat that’d just been chucked across the room.
Cy landed and relaxed, grinning victoriously as we bounced. I, however, squealed as we flew, yelped as we landed, stiff as a board, clinging to him for my dear life.
Cy tugged me back so he could meet my gaze. Cupping the sides of my face, he rumbled something in that deep, sexy voiced way he did that got me shivering from head to toe, and urged me towards him.
“You’re crazy!” I breathed, even as I allowed him to reel me in and place hot, panty wetting kisses to my unsmiling lips.
“Maybe little,” he teased, then nipped playfully at my mouth.
A little growl built in my chest.
Cy groaned and took my lips harder, until I felt like he was eating at my mouth. His hands were quickly everywhere, roaming all over me, exploring every inch of me. My hands went from digging into his bared flesh to kneading it, the growls rumbling his chest doing what it did until I was growling hungrily right back.
“Pru not Cy’s?” he purred. Sitting up a little, his hands slid inside my shirt and he urged me to lift my arms so he could slip it off my head.
Slapping his hands away, an action that made him grin and purr and growl all the more, I took my shirt off myself. “You tore my favorite sleep shirt,” I grumbled, holding up the evidence of his misdeed.
“Buy my Pru ‘nother one,” he promised as he boldly cupped one of my breasts and gave it a squeeze.
My argument died in my throat as he slid my nipple between his thick fingers and gave it a testing pinch. “Like, yes?” he purred.
My blushes spread beyond my face and neck, I belatedly realized as I watched it spread down past my collarbones, and right past the breast he was teasing.
Cy rumbled happily at the sight.
Urging me to ride him, he gripped my hip and rocked me on him. Not needing to be told twice, I began to move.
Cy growled happily as I ground down on him. I was rather enjoying the benefits of being the one to lead the show.
The hand on my hip lifted and went to cup my other breast, his mouth following.
“Cy!”
His lips closed around my nipple and he suckled the aching bud, until that building need he’d set ablaze had me riding him so hard it hurt.
Releasing my tortured breast, he snarled as he pressed his face to the top of my breast, crushing me to him tight, “Claim. Make Pru’s. Take.”
My world exploded as he sank his teeth into my breast. I choked on a scream as my happy ending found me.
Cy snarled as he came, clutching me to him tight. Grinding up into me, he urged me to keep going, fuck him through our joint climax. I did, right through this one and right into another one. Cy began to lap at the spot he’d just marked on my breast with his tongue.
Tremors overtook me as one orgasm rolled into another and Cy did everything in his power to keep it rolling.
