He lifts me onto the countertop and steps between my legs, tugging my robe open.
Fluff goes crazy barking and circling Flynn’s feet. Fearing she might take another piece out of him, I break the kiss. “Go lie down, Fluff. Mommy’s fine. Go on.”
Pacified, she slinks out of the bathroom into the bedroom.
“Missed you,” Flynn whispers. His lips are soft and persuasive against my neck.
“You were only gone a couple of hours.”
“Too long.” Recapturing my lips for another heated kiss, he fumbles with the button of his jeans until I push his hands out of the way and take over.
He’s commando under there and falls into my hand, hot and hard and ready to go.
Grasping my bottom, he pulls me to the edge of the counter and plunges into me.
My head falls back in surrender to the overwhelming sensation of being possessed by him.
“God, Nat… This is gonna be fast.” True to his word, he takes us on a quick, wild ride. He reaches down to where we’re joined and caresses me to an explosive finish.
I arch into him as he goes with me, crying out as he comes.
I’m still recovering when he lifts me right off the counter and carries me to the bed I haven’t made yet.
“I want to do something new,” he says, looking down at me. “Is that okay?”
“Yes.” I’m onboard for anything he wants right about now.
He helps me remove the robe and pulls off the rest of his clothes. “Turn over on your belly.”
I experience a twinge of apprehension but do as he asks because I’m dying of curiosity.
“I won’t be able to see your face in this position, so I’m counting on you to remember your safe word, okay?”
I read about safe words this morning, and how they’re an essential element of the BDSM lifestyle. Does his use of that term indicate that he’s familiar with the lifestyle?
“Nat?”
“I remember.”
He puts a couple of pillows under my hips, which leaves my bottom on full display. Before I can be embarrassed, his hands are coasting over my cheeks, squeezing and spreading them. “You have the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen. I can’t get enough of it.” Then his tongue is between my legs, and he leaves nothing untouched. I’m shocked and aroused by how much I like everything he’s doing. Until him, until us, I didn’t even know people did these things to each other. He has me on the verge of another orgasm within minutes, but then he pulls away, leaving me bereft.
“Flynn!”
“Hang on, sweetheart.” He takes hold of my hips and gently pulls me back toward him, pushing into me and triggering the release he had started with his talented tongue. “Is this okay?”
I can’t believe he expects me to talk right now. “Mmm.”
“I need words, Nat.”
“Yes! Don’t stop!”
“Those are good words.”
I feel like I’m being split in two—in a good way—as he pounds into me, deeper than he’s been before. It’s already the best thing I’ve ever felt, and then he makes it better by tweaking my nipples.
“Ahh, fuck, yes…” His hoarse whisper raises goose bumps on my back. “Do that again.”
I tighten my internal muscles, drawing another long groan from him.
“Tell me you’re okay.”
“So okay. Don’t stop.”
He picks up the pace, his fingers digging into my hips and then one of them is sliding through the dampness between my legs and teasing my back entrance.
Dear God… He’s done this before, and I loved it, and this time is no different. I never would’ve imagined I’d like that.
“Still okay?”
“Mmm. Do it, Flynn.”
Growling, he drives his finger into my ass, and I come immediately.
“Holy Christ,” he whispers before he surges into me one more time, filling me with the heat of his release. “Nat… God, I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
He withdraws from me slowly, carefully, and then removes the pillows that are propping me up. Kissing my shoulder, he says, “I’ll be right back.”
I hear water running in the bathroom before he returns with a towel that he uses to clean me up. Then he crawls back into bed with me, molding his body to my back. His hand comes around to land between my breasts. “So good, baby. So, so good.”
“Mmm, sure is.” I want to tell him about Hayden’s room upstairs and ask him the million questions I have, but he’s sexed me into a stupor. “If that’s what happens after a few hours apart, what’s going to happen when we’re apart for weeks at a time?”
“We are not going to be apart for weeks at a time.”
“We will be at some point.”
“No, we won’t.”
“Flynn, you’re not being realistic.”
“Yes, I am. I want to be wherever you are, and I want you wherever I am.”
“So what does that mean for my job in New York?”
“If you want to go back, I’ll go with you.”
“Your life is here.”
“My life is wherever you are.”
“What about when you have to go on location to film?”
“I’ll set up my schedule so I only film in the summer so you can go with me.”