He caught my wrist and guided my hand to join his. “There you go,” he moaned, releasing his cock as I continued gliding long strokes up and down his shaft.
The sight of Flint’s smooth length sliding through my grasp enraptured me. I was vaguely aware of him rifling around in the drawer of his nightstand.
Suddenly, Flint sat up, grabbed the back of my neck, and hauled me down to his mouth. My hand fell away while he kissed me deeply. Gripping my hips, he shifted me to straddle him. His cock settled between us as he held me to his mouth in a deep and sensual kiss. My arousal still lingered on his lips.
Turning his head to break the connection, he growled, “Sit up.”
As always, when it came to Flint, my body obeyed. He made quick work of rolling on a condom as I watched his skilled hands in awe.
The nerves began to creep back up at the thought of finally having him, something I had fantasized about more times than I could count. There was no question that I wanted to be with him. I was just terrified of what would happen after we finished. I wasn’t sure I could ever go back from a moment when I belonged to him in every possible way.
And because of that, he would belong to me too.
I wasn’t sure that, if I ever truly had him as my own, I’d ever be able to let go.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
My gaze immediately lifted to his.
“I have waited so long to have you, Ash. I have so much to apologize for, but this . . . tonight . . . with you . . . will never be one of those things.”
My eyes flashed away as insecurity and doubt clouded my vision.
Or maybe they were tears.
Whatever they were sucked. I was naked and in bed with a man who had literally been the star of every single dream I had ever had. Insecurity had no place in the equation.
“Be with me, Ash. Tonight, tomorrow, a decade. Just be with me. No more running.”
I swallowed hard, pushing the paralyzing fear of tomorrow out of mind. “I can do tonight.”
I want to do eternity.
I leaned back down, resting my arms next to his head. Nose to nose with him, I inched my hips forward to hover above his straining erection. His hand slipped between us, poising himself at my entrance. Without giving myself another second to reconsider, I slowly sank down on his cock.
I wished we were frenzied by passion—all hands and mouths—because then I wouldn’t have seen the moment his face softened.
Or felt his breath whisper across my skin as he gasped.
But especially because I wouldn’t have heard his possessive growl.
“All mine.”
I stilled. The biting pain from him stretching me was nothing compared to the vise he had twisted around my heart.
Who I belonged to had never been in question.
Flint, on the other hand . . .
He nipped at my lips, gliding his hands up and down my back. Rocking his hips ever so gently, he began moving inside me. I may have been on top, but Flint took charge. After several minutes of coaxing, the ache between my legs subsided, leaving something very primal in its place. My body overrode my chaotic mind, allowing me to forget about the searing pain in my chest.
“I know I need to be gentle, but fuck,” he groaned, planting himself inside me then roughly taking my mouth again. His hands squeezed my hips and guided me into a rhythm he met thrust for thrust.
The familiar climb began building inside me. I lost one of Flint’s hands as he lifted it to his mouth before licking his index finger and dropping it to my clit.
A cry escaped my throat as I tossed my head back. I was unable to even concentrate on kissing him any longer.
“God, you are so fucking tight,” he whispered in my ear. “No one else will ever experience this with you, Ash.”
With his finger circling my clit, I was dangerously close to stepping off the edge. But before I gave him that, I needed to give myself something first.
“You’re mine,” I demanded, suddenly sitting up.
His lips twitched as his tongue darted out to dampen them. I held his gaze, searching for affirmation.
But I got so much more.
His eyes were burning with emotions I had never been given but prayed I could earn.
“Always,” he breathed, gripping my hips and roughly burying himself to the hilt.
“Flint,” I moaned as the orgasm tore through my body, ravaging me physically while the echo of his promise soothed me emotionally.
Not even a full minute later, he found his own release with the hiss of my name flowing from his lips.
He might have done all of the work, but I was exhausted. I collapsed on top of him as he began to soften inside me.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded against his hard chest.
He drifted his fingertips up and down my back. “You want to take a shower?”
I shook my head.
“You ready for round two?”
My head popped up in a weird combination of “no fucking way” and “abso-fucking-lutely.”