Every cell in my body is on high alert in anticipation of what’s about to happen. The first time he did this, I nearly lost my mind. Even knowing what to expect can’t properly prepare me for the first stroke of his tongue or the slide of his fingers into me.
“God, I love the taste of your sweet *,” he says in a low growl that sends a flashpoint of heat blasting through me. “I could live right here and never want for anything.” His fingers surge in deeper. “So hot and so tight.”
I’m not sure whether his words or his actions are having the greater effect, but the combination is positively incendiary. I’m on the verge of a powerful release, and he’s barely begun.
“Flynn…”
“What, honey? Talk to me. Tell me what you want.”
“I…” I don’t have the words.
He sucks on the very heart of me, and an orgasm rips through my body, making me burn from the inside. He stays with me through it all, coaxing me up and then bringing me back down.
And then he’s pressing into me, stretching me to accommodate his thick erection. It’s the most indescribable feeling I’ve ever had, his body joining with mine so intimately as he hovers above me, watching over me for any sign of distress.
My hands coast from his back to his ribs and down to his firm ass.
With a low growl, he drives into me, making me gasp from the impact.
He freezes. “Oh my God, Nat. I’m so sorry. I’m being rough with you.”
I pull him closer to me and wrap my legs around his hips to keep him from withdrawing. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. It feels so good.”
He reaches under me, grasps my bottom and then turns us so I’m on top of him, looking down at his exceptionally handsome face as he stares up at me with those soft brown eyes. “So fucking sexy.”
“I… I don’t know what to do. Tell me what to do.”
“Ride me, baby. Move your hips. Yes,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “Just like that. Fuck.”
It’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt. He’s so deep inside me, and I’m stretched to my absolute limit by the size of him. Then he touches a spot deep inside that triggers something… Oh my God… His fingers press between my legs, and the combination sets off another orgasm. This time he goes with me, pushing deeper as he comes, too.
I bite my lip to keep from screaming.
He tugs me down to him, our mouths capturing my scream and his groan.
“Fucking Christ,” he whispers against my lips. His arms come around me, anchoring me to him.
With my head on his chest, I can hear the hammering beat of his heart. His fingers burrow into my hair, making my scalp tingle. It never occurred to me before that my scalp could be an erogenous zone. As he continues to pulse and throb inside me, I shiver with aftershocks from my explosive release.
Without losing the connection between us, Flynn pulls the covers up and over me.
Memories of the man who hurt me are never far from my consciousness, but Flynn leaves no room for them. When we are together this way, there’s no time or space for thoughts of anything other than what’s happening right here and now.
“Is it always like this?” I ask him after a long period of silence. “The way it is with us.”
“It’s never like this. Ever.”
His fiercely spoken response makes me smile as his chest hair tickles my nose.
“I’m doing the interview.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am.”
He gives my hair a gentle tug. “You’re being a brat.”
“And you’re being obstinate. I’ve run my own life for a long time. That’s not going to stop just because you’re part of it now.”
“This is different. I have a lot more experience with these kinds of things than you do, and I know all the ways it can go very, very wrong.”
“How can it go any more wrong than it already has?”
He starts to say something but seems to think better of it. “You’d be surprised how that can happen.”
“I don’t want to spend my life hiding out and worrying about what’s around the next corner. I want to face it head-on and put it behind me.”
“I know I’ve said this before, but your strength truly astounds me, Nat.” He spins a lock of my hair around his finger.
“Your love and support make me stronger than I’ve ever been.”
“Somehow I doubt that.”
“So I’m doing the interview.”
He sighs deeply. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Go to sleep.”
“I’m doing it.”
I hear a chuckle rattle through his chest and fall asleep with a smile on my face.
I wake much later to intense pressure between my legs and Flynn’s hand on my belly, holding me still as he enters me from behind. Holy moly, that’s hot!
“Does it hurt?” he asks.
“No, God, no. It feels amazing.”
“We’ve got to get you on something so we can forgo these fucking condoms. I want to feel your hot, tight * with nothing between us.”
“Flynn…” I cover the other hand that’s rolling my nipple between two fingers.
“Do you hate when I say things like that?”
“No… That’s never been my favorite word, but when you say it…”
“You get really, really wet when I talk dirty to you.”