Destiny.
She’s feeling guilty, and I guess that shouldn’t be a surprise. I give her some space and she curls onto her side with her back to me. But it’s only a few minutes before she rolls to face me.
She reaches for me and trails a finger along the grooves of my pecs. “I don’t know what I’m doing. In my head, I know we shouldn’t have done that, but I want to do it again.”
That’s all I have to hear. I pull her on top of me and before she ever touches me, I’m hard as stone. She lifts her hips and sinks slowly down my length, and she’s so wet and so fucking tight that I’m afraid of breaking my promise to make this one last.
She leans down so those spectacular tits press against my chest and whispers, “I’m on the pill.”
I sink my fingers into her hips and thrust hard into her. She gasps and buries her face in my neck. I pump to her rhythm as she grinds against me, taking special care to make sure I hit her clit with each thrust. Her breathing gets ragged and her cries become more feral, and when she comes a few minutes later, she bites down hard on my shoulder.
I flip her onto her back before she’s even done screaming and go down on her, sucking her swollen clit hard into my mouth. When I graze it with my teeth, she screams again, and then again when I swirl the tip of my tongue over it and suck. Her hands grab my head and she grinds hard against my face, and her cum is like honey on my tongue.
Once I’ve lapped it all up, I kneel between her legs and drape her knees over my thighs. She’s every fucking thing I knew she’d be, and together, we’re fireworks. I give her a minute to catch her breath before my fingers and mouth start a full exploration. I want to know what every inch of her body tastes like.
By the time I roll her on her stomach and sink my steel cock balls deep inside her, she’s come twice more. I pump hard into her, my hand playing her clit until she’s screaming again. And when I feel her convulse under me, I thrust deep and unload into her.
I collapse onto the bed next to her, breathing hard. It’s minutes later that I have my breath back, and I realize I’m half asleep when I hear a whispered, “I love you,” so blurry and muffled in the pillow that I could have imagined it.
Because, Christ, I want to hear it.
She doesn’t move again, and I listen as her breathing slows. Her smell, warm vanilla, is on my skin. The taste of her nectar is still in my mouth. She’s long and lean and tanned, her platinum hair fanned over the pillow and half covers her face where she passed out facedown after I ravaged her. The inferno of our sex is evidenced in the pink of her skin and the twist of the sheets around my torso and legs.
This is the perfect moment.
I close my eyes and just live in it for as long as I can.
?
An agonized cry rips through the still of the room and I bolt out of bed, instantly looking through the faint pink of the morning light through the open curtains for the threat. It takes me a second to get my bearings, and when I do, I realize for the first time in years, it was Lilah’s nightmare that woke me instead of my own.
She’s panting and her hair is stuck to her face with sweat, but she’s not fully awake.
I brush her hair back. “Lilah?”
She moans, the sound of a wounded animal, then cries out and bolts to a sitting position, nearly knocking heads with me. She looks at me with frightened, unfocused eyes and shoves me back. “No!”
“Lilah,” I say again, keeping my voice low. “It’s me, Bran.”
Her eyes finally seem to focus. “Bran?”
I pull her to my chest. “You’re okay. Everything’s okay.” I know they’re meaningless words, but I also know firsthand there’s nothing I can really do to dispel her demons. They leave when they’re good and ready.
I lay back and bring her with me. Her head is on my chest and I stroke her hair as she slowly comes down from the nightmare.
“If you ever need to talk about it…” I say, but leave the thought there for her to pick up if she wants.
She doesn’t, and I’m not offended. I’d never presume to push her to relive her nightmare and think that’s really going to help. We all have things that are better kept locked away in the pits of our souls.
Just when I think she’s falling asleep again, she lifts her head and kisses the scruff under my jaw. “I don’t want to go back to sleep.”
I pull her closer and kiss her, and her hand finds my flaccid cock. She strokes and only a few seconds later, I’m hard and ready.
I flip us and pin her under me, then sink myself into her. “Did you say what I think you said last night?”
She looks up at me, all sex and desire. “That depends on what you think I said.”
I pump slowly, feeling her along my entire length. I can’t stop the shudder when her fingertips glide over my back and settle on my ass.
I seat myself fully inside her and stop. “Say it again.”