“Holy…” She breathes.
“You like that?”
“Yes, I… fuck that feels so good.”
Freya is perfection, gasping and moaning as I fill her completely. Her eyes are fluttering shut, her head tipping back, exposing her perfect, slender neck for me. I nip at her neck before peppering it with kisses up to her jawline and onto hermouth. The slow, steady pace is quickening now as I feel Freya’s hips roll more desperately, setting a faster pace, begging me to let her come.
“Fuck Freya, that’s it, fuck me.”
She rolls her hips even more, pulling at my shoulders, drawing me closer, like even this isn’t quite enough. And that’s the moment something inside me finally gives way. It feels like every year I’ve spent wanting Freya, every time I forced myself to step back instead of leaning in has somehow led straight to this one point in time.
I kiss her deeply as our highs build, the world narrowing down to the warmth of her beneath me and the way she’s moaning my name. Her breathing grows more uneven with soft sounds escaping her as her fingernails dig deeper into my arms. I slam into her, pounding and thrusting while both hands cup her head and my fingers entangled themselves in her hair.
“Yes… Rory… I’m going to…”
I already know. I can feel her pussy clenching around my cock and the sensation and my name on her lips sends me over the edge.
“Fuuucckkk Freya.” I groan, my mouth buried deep in her neck.
I continue thrusting into her, my cock throbbing and releasing as our bodies shudder and slow.
The orgasm lasts longer than anything I’ve ever had before. Stars line my vision as my cock continues to pulse and release for what feels like an eternity.
I feel her nails slowly release their grip on my arms, the tension leaving her fingers as her legs loosen from around my waist. The room has grown quieter now, the crackle of the fire the only sound besides our breathing as it gradually slows, both of us trying to catch up with what just happened. For a moment neither of us moves. I stay there, still inside her, my face buriedin the warm curve of her neck, breathing her in. She smells like soap and woodsmoke and something that is just… Freya.
My brain, which has been suspiciously absent for the last while, finally begins to catch up. Did that actually just happen? Am I… in heaven?
“Wow.” Freya’s voice breaks into my thoughts.
I lift my head slightly to look at her. Her hair is a complete mess now, spread across the cushion behind her, her cheeks flushed from the heat of the fire and everything that just happened between us. She looksbeautiful.
“That,” she says, breath still uneven but a smile tugging at her lips, “was incredible.”
I huff out a quiet laugh. “Glad you thought so.”
She tilts her head slightly, studying me with that familiar, mischievous look that usually means I’m about to be teased.
“You were keeping that talent a secret, weren’t you?”
I shake my head, leaning down to brush a quick kiss against her shoulder.
“It’s not a talent, Frey.”
“Oh?”
“It’s us,” I say quietly. “We just… fit.”
She goes still for a moment at that, her expression softening.
“Yeah,” she says after a second. “We do.”
For a little while we stay like that, neither of us in a hurry to move, the warmth from the fire washing over us while the house settles around us in the quiet of the night.
Eventually reality starts creeping back in. Freya exhales slowly and glances toward the window.
“We should probably get dressed,” she says reluctantly.
“Probably.”
