Damn.
She didn’t giggle, didn’t frown, but breathed out the words, “I miss your cock already.”
He fumbled but managed to reinsert himself.
“Ahhhhh,” she said.
He stroked in and tilted his pelvis toward her and stroked out and tilted away.
“Does it feel good, Kit?”
It felt the same. But, at the same time, it also felt better because it clearly felt better to her.
“Very. Good.”
He built his speed gradually. He’d never taken time like this inside a woman. There were new pleasures to be had from making love rather than fucking.
There was skin. Touching. Kissing. Looking at Franny.
Her breathing changed, became as heavy as his. She was pushing up against him every time he slid his body up hers, plunged his cock into her.
“Yes.” She tossed her head from side to side. “Fuck me, Kit. Fuck me.”
He pushed in harder.
“Give me,” she gasped as her head curled up from the pillow and she fixed her enormous black pupils on him with an intensity that made his spine tingle. “Give me the beast. Like when you carried me up the stairs and threw me on the bed. Fuck me like you wanted to then.”
He hesitated. She hadn’t liked that before. Wasshetrying to pleasehim?
The next word came out on a deep, guttural groan. “Now.”
He did his best. His bollocks were aching for release so he let every primitive part of him give power to his thrusts.
A growl burned in his chest and rose up and out of him with his grunts.
You’re beautiful. I adore fucking you. I fucking adore you. I fuck you. Mine.
And then her channel clenched, she clenched everywhere, her eyes opening wide.
“Oh.”
That was all she said.
Five more brutal thrusts and he pulled out and stroked himself, staring into her eyes.
By God. God. Holy . . . Christmas.
He splattered everywhere.
Fuckity-fuck damn hell.
He closed his eyes, then forced them open. He had gotten his spend on her face. A gout on her cheek. A blob on her chin. A drop on her bottom lip.
“Will you tell me when it’s all right for me to laugh?” Her tongue came out and swiped her lower lip.
He couldn’t speak. He just shook his head. She sat up and pulled him to the mattress.
“Come down here next to your messy fizgig.”
