‘I want to eat your pussy. See my cum dripping from your lips.’ A long, raspy groan accompanies my stream of filthy consciousness when she clenches around my dick, her short nails running over my nipples. The sensation resonates through me, my whole body seeming to ripple in response.
I can’t think, and I can’t speak as her lush lips pull me like a magnet. She moans into my mouth, and I’m done for as she accepts me at both ends. Her leg falls from my shoulder, wrapping around me as things suddenly become frantic—everything growing in size—in magnitude—in sensation and consciousness. My heart feels like it could burst; our lips smash together as though I want her to inhale me. Accept all of me. Her fingers pull at my hair, and we can’t catch our breaths as I rock against her. Pace goes out of the window, replaced by nature and need. With each flex of my hips, our moans become louder and a little more desperate, her tits rubbing against me so deliciously it’s hard to hold back. My muscles ache and my pulse pounds as, my body covering hers, I alternate between deep, punishing thrusts and small punches of my hips, the kind of movement that rubs her clit.
From her cries, Paisley loves it. Loves it all.
My hands slide under her arse, pulling her to me, our joining an experience like nothing else.
‘I can’t, I can’t,’ she begins to chant. ‘I need.’
‘That fuckin’ accent,’ I growl into the soft skin of her neck, ‘drives me fuckin’ wild.’
‘I-I like you wild.’
‘And I like you fine. Just. Fuckin’. Fine.’
Her arse in my big palms, I punctuate my words with my thrusts. My hips begin to jab and flex as I fuck her harder, my fingertips punishing against her flesh.
‘I can feel you,’ I rasp into the soft skin of her neck. ‘I can feel you coming around me.’
As my words and my cock drive her to the edge, her whole body rocks against me, milking me, as she repeats my name again and again. At this moment, I’m aware of nothing else in this world. The sun could fall from the sky, or a supernova could swallow the earth, and I don’t think I would realise as Paisley cries out one last time, then falls apart in my arms.
Chapter 21
KEIR
‘God, I’m hungry.’ Splayed out across my chest, Paisley’s dark mane fans out to under my chin. We’re still in bed, which is perfect, with my head propped on the lone pillow left on the bed. Her body lies width ways across the mattress, her toes dangling over the edge.
‘I thought you were dead.’ My voice sounds raspy and feels sort of hoarse. And I’ve lost count of the times and ways we’ve fucked.
‘You killed me, but my ravenous appetite brought me back.’
‘I’ll say you’re ravenous.’
‘Only for you, babe.’ And doesn’t that tiny term of endearment hit me like a poke to the chest. A good kind of poke. The kind that leaves me smiling, at least.
‘Come on.’ Her face is above mine suddenly, her teardrop tits swaying closer as she kisses my nose. ‘Feed me.’
As she moves away, I push up onto my elbows, sending thanks heavenward as she bends over, blessing me with the sight of her bare arse. It’s short lived as she steps into her knickers and begins sliding them over her knees.
‘I wasn’t joking.’ She turns her head over her shoulder, then resumes looking for her bra, I think. ‘I need food.’
‘Come over here. I’ll feed you.’
‘I need sustenance,’ she says, laughing. ‘Real food. Bread. Cheese. I’d even go for fruit at this point.’
‘You don’t like fruit?’
‘I like bread, cheese, nuts. Crackers. Fruit is like... I don’t know. Something I push off the top of my cheesecake.’
‘I remember,’ I say suddenly, pushing myself up to sit at the edge of the bed. ‘That day in the coffee shop. You left the strawberry on your plate.’
‘You noticed that, huh?’ She smiles with a delighted kind of shyness.
‘I notice lots of things. Like how when you’re creeping out of the hotel room, you can never seem to find one of your shoes.’
‘I know!’ she agrees, animatedly. ‘I think someone put a hex on me years ago! I can literallyneverfind a pair of shoes when I need them! Even in a hotel room where I only have two of the damn things. And now, it seems, I can’t find my bra.’
‘That must be Keir magic,’ I reply with a wink. She bites back her smile as I continue to speak. ‘Because I know you’re the kind of girl who always wears matching underwear.’
