Page 47 of Raven in Midwinter

“No,” he yelled, and came running back to the bed and dove for me.

I started laughing, so did he, and then he passed me the small nondescript bottle with the cork stopper that I had filled with vegetable oil and stolen from the kitchen when I was alone earlier.

“You made plans.”

“I made plans,” I said with a chuckle, opening it, not caring that some of it spilled when I poured it in my hand. The one thing that mattered was his deep, filthy moan when I took hold of his already thickening length. I stroked him from balls to head, coating all of him, loving when he eased nearly out only to shove forward into my fist, eyes closed before his head fell back, lost in the sensations coursing through his mouthwatering frame.

“She was beautiful, your fox goddess,” he choked out the words, “but you’ve gotta know, you must know, you’re the one I want most. There is nothing and no one as beautiful as the man I love body and soul.”

I knew that. And I trusted that, which was even more important. I never second-guessed Lorne MacBain because I was the sole owner of his great heart.

“She wanted to take you with her,” I told him as I stopped stroking and lifted up, my feet on his thighs before he curled forward. “But she knew you were bound to me.”

“Which I am,” he said, his voice hoarse, his breathing ragged. He lifted one leg, then the other over his shoulders, closing the space between us as I guided the head of his cock to my entrance. “I’m gonna be so gentle.”

“Can you feel how thick this oil is?”

“Xan, you—oh,” he moaned as he pushed inside me a fraction.

“How about you trust me to tell you exactly what I want,” I whispered, hooking a hand around the side of his neck to ease him down and bring his mouth back to mine.

“What do you want?”

“All of you.”

He took possession of my lips with a grinding kiss that made me arch up against him as he pressed inside me slowly but without stopping until he was buried to his balls. The thrust and stretch took my breath away, and I had to turn my head as the burn consumed me for a moment before he took my cock in his hand and squeezed and stroked and then groaned as we both felt the muscles in my ass clenching around him.

“You feel so good, so tight, so hot. I want to have you like this for the rest of my life.”

“I’m all yours,” I promised, whimpering as my legs slipped from his shoulders to his hands, holding me open, gripping my calves as he slid back and then drove forward, the muscles, even in such a short time, allowing him to plunge deep, and then drag almost out, before he stuffed me full again.

I was holding on to his shoulders and he was rutting inside me when he suddenly stopped, pulled free, rolled me to my hands and knees, and then rammed back inside, fisting his hand in my hair, using it like a leash to yank my head back as I lifted my ass to take the pounding he wanted to give me, the one I was begging for.

We were loud, we always were at home, and anyone who was in that outer room would know exactly what we were doing. The thought went in and out of my head as the orgasm that was tightening my balls took every drop of my concentration. I roared his name as I spurted over the bedcovers, my muscles tightening, not allowing for any movement but the endless pumping as he came inside me for so long that cum began rolling down the backs of my thighs.

“I can’t live without you,” he choked out. “Don’t ever leave me.”

“That’s the great sex talking,” I teased him as my thighs started shaking.

Slowly, gently, he unwound my hair from his fist but stopped before letting go of the very end. “I wish I had my phone. I need a picture of your hair wrapped in my hand.”

“You were so proper before you met me.”

“It’s true,” he concurred. “I never let myself go before you. I knew you wouldn’t judge and you’d let me have you outside in the deep grass in the middle of summer even though we both got chewed up by mosquitos.”

I started laughing.

“You let me put down my coat in the snow before the holidays, just us outside, freezing to death but still not stopping.”

“Never stopping,” I breathed out as he eased so gently, so carefully from my still clenching hole.

“My favorite was when I ordered you to ride me in that pocket of trees while the leaves fell all around us.”

“It was going to be beautiful,” I said dreamily.

He cackled, grabbing me, rolling us both over, more than once, nearly off the bed before he corrected and saved us from falling, wrapping his arms around me. “It wasn’t going to be beautiful, it was going to be hot,” he countered. “But we never made it out of the car. You sucked my cock until I was hard and dripping, and then you took all of it at once, fast and dirty, and had me, hands digging into my shoulders, and you came all over my uniform.”

“This sounds like you’re complaining,” I said, taking a small bite of the side of his neck. “Are you?”