Page 36 of Daring to Love

“Fuck yes, you do.”

We stay as we are, arms and limbs tangled together, our sweat mingling. Our mouths meet in yet another wet and messy kiss, devoid of any finesse, and the musky scent of our mating teases my nostrils, making me dizzy. The more she rides me, the faster I thrust inside her, until I don’t know who’s in control anymore.

I might have taken her virginity, but she gives as good as she gets: somehow, she’s claiming me, marking me forever.

All sense of patience flies out the window when she straightens up and puts my left hand on her breast, and the other down to where we’re joined.

“Touch me, Fin,” she moans, her hands placed on top of mine. “Fais-moi tienne.”

Make me yours.

What else can I do but obey her?

“Fuck, Amelie,” I groan as I feel her warmth surround my cock, my thumb rubbing her slick clit while I pinch her nipple. Her slick heat surrounds me, and I bite my lip when I feel my balls draw up.

Not yet, not yet, not yet,I chant silently.

“Are you there? I need you to come,” I grind out. I’m desperate, already feeling the familiar tingling down my spine, but I won’t come until she does.

Her loud whimpers make me press down on her clit, our entwined fingers eager and fumbling, but as wetness spurt through my fingers, her voice calling my name in the throes of passion, I can’t hold back. My instincts take over as I grunt, thrusting up inside her. I look down to watch my cock move up and down, and the sight of blood spread on the condom turns me into a wild beast. I spill my seed inside her, a triumphant roar falling from my lips.

She falls down on my chest, her mouth fused to mine as I gasp in wonder, still rocking against me as if she’s reluctant to let go of the pleasure. I wrap my arms around her and cling to her. I lick inside her mouth, lost in her taste, and sigh as I glide inside her, until I feel her grow slack in my arms.

The earth shatters and still fucking hard, I can’t make myself leave her tight pussy. So, I don’t. Instead, I kiss her, and devour her, and consume her until my lips are swollen and raw.

“Sleep,” she mumbles and draws back, resting her head on my shoulder.

I yawn and nod, grabbling at a throw on her bed and clumsily wrap us up. I don’t care that I’m still inside her. I don’t care we’re sticky with sweat. I don’t care that about the blood. I can’t move right now. I should take care of her, but judging by her breathing, she’s already fast asleep.

Fuck, this woman is going to kill me. But I’m keeping her.

That’s the last coherent thought I have before I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.