“Mine,” I snarled before I flipped us over and tossed her legs over my head.
“Gee!” she gasped as I lined myself up at her entrance again.
“Eyes on me.”
Those beautiful brown eyes of hers widened as I slammed my cock back into her pillowy pussy. It clamped down onto me like a vice as her eyes rolled back into her head.
I didn’t like that.
So I gripped her jaw, and those eyes came rolling back.
“I said eyes on me, firefly.”
Watching those half-hooded eyes work to keep themselves on me was a pleasure all on its own. She moaned like a dog in heat, and I was helpless to the sounds that I pulled from her. I pounded against her, the sounds of wet skin slapping wet skin filling the air around us before I slowed my pace and backed her away from the edge.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” she chanted quickly.
Breathlessly.
“Use your words, Jaz,” I said with a grin.
She raked her nails down my clothed chest. “Please, Gee. I… I just… please.”
I paused with my length halfway out of her. “Please, what?”
She tried to buck her hips and swallow me whole, but I moved backward a bit more. She kicked her legs helplessly, and I heard them flopping back to the bed as her hands grabbed at my shirt.
“Goddamn it, let me come, asshole,” she hissed.
She crashed our lips together in a searing kiss.
There’s my firefly.
I linked our fingers together and pinned her hands over her head. My body moved in time with hers as I gazed down at her, committing everything to memory. The way she looked trying to focus on me. The way her eyes caressed my scars with empathy instead of disgust. The way she moaned for me. The way her skin flushed.
She was perfect.
And I was never letting her go.
“Mine,” I snarled as I captured her lips one last time.
“Yours,” she whimpered down the back of my throat.
We moved with one another until we both fell over the edge. The clamp of her pussy drew my balls into my body, and I was a goner. The room spun. It tilted around me, and for a moment, all went black. An orgasm so hard that I thought I wasn’t going to be able to see straight afterward crashed over me, and I felt her drenching me with her own mark.
Goddamn it, I loved that she was a squirter.
It was like her body wanted so badly to mark me as much as I wanted to mark her.
I collapsed on top of her, and she threw her arms haphazardly around me. I felt her shivering beneath me, but every time I went to move, she tightened her grip.
“Just a few more minutes,” she whispered.
So I nuzzled down against her.
Then something unexpected happened. Something I hadn’t felt in years. Something I never thought I’d feel again. Lying there next to her, seeing her safe, seeing her pliant with pleasure, settled something inside of me. Something that had raged since the war, long after my discharge.
Long after I coped with the ugliness of my life.
