VALOROUS (A Quantum Novel)(43)

I don’t know if I’d go that far, but he makes me feel as if it’s true by the way he touches and caresses me until I’m ready to beg him to move things along.

With his hands on my ribs, he bends his head to kiss my neck. His lips are soft and gentle and utterly persuasive. I’d give him anything he wants as long as he doesn’t stop touching me. He’s promised me a lifetime of pleasure and love and laughter and all the amazing things we’ve found together, and I’m more than ready to collect.

“Flynn…”

“Hmm?”

“I just want to say…” It’s hard to talk when he’s got my earlobe clamped between his teeth and my breasts in his hands.

“What do you want to say, sweetheart?”

“I’m so excited to marry you. To be with you. To have everything with you.”

“I am, too. You’ve made me crave things I said I’d never want again.”

“I want to make you happy.”

“I’ve never been happier.”

“I mean in here, too.” I gesture to the bed and then glance up at him to gauge his reaction.

“You know how to fire me up, sweetheart.”

“Teach me something new. Something we haven’t done before.”

His low groan is followed by a devouring kiss.

I loop my arms around his neck, pressing my body into his and opening my mouth to his tongue. His hands are everywhere, stroking me into a frenzy of need. And then he’s lifting me, his hands on my bottom.

With my legs wrapped around his hips and his tongue invading my mouth, I lose all sense of time and space and anything other than what’s happening right here and now with the love of my life.

He breaks the kiss, his breathing heavy and labored. “You want something new?”

I nod. “I want to know everything. Teach me.”

“You’re officially killing me. You’re so f*cking sweet.”

I should hate when he’s crude, but I don’t. I love it. I love everything he says and does.

He seats me on the bed. “Turn around.”

I move tentatively to turn so my back is to him. “Like this?”

“Uh-huh. Now slide your butt forward and lie back, so your head is hanging off the bed.”

Thought I can’t quite figure out what he’s got planned, I move into the position he’s requested.

He bends over me to tug my nipple into the heat of his mouth.

I run my hands up his legs, needing to touch him while he drives me mad with the slow, steady tug of his lips on my nipples.

“Open your mouth,” he says, his voice a hoarse rasp.

When I comply with his request, he takes himself in hand and sinks into my open mouth in small increments. In this position I can take more of him than I have before.

“Easy, baby, nice and easy. Take as much of me as you can.”

My lips sting from stretching around his wide shaft. I stroke him with my tongue, making him gasp.

“God, yes, Nat… Just like that. If you need to stop, just pat my leg.” He takes my hand and raises it to his leg to demonstrate. “Right there. Like that. Okay?”

I pat his leg to tell him I understand. I’m so caught up in trying to take more of him that I barely notice when he bends over me, puts his hands under my thighs and pulls my legs up and apart. Only when he opens me to his tongue do I understand his intentions.

How am I supposed to concentrate on breathing and taking him deeper into my mouth and throat when he’s doing that to me? God, it’s amazing. I raise my hips, wanting more. His fingers slide through the flood of dampness between my legs, stroking into me and back out as he begins to move his hips, ever so slightly, withdrawing from my mouth and then returning.

I lash him with my tongue, which makes him tremble. Then I reach up to touch his balls and feel him get harder and wider in my mouth.

His tongue is relentless against my clit, his fingers stroking in and out of me. Then one of them is pressed against my back entrance, demanding entry. I’m on sensory overload, the orgasm that’s been brewing breaks free, and I’m thrashing under the weight of him, my moans against his shaft making him cry out.

I come down from the incredible high to his finger fully seated in my ass and his tongue stroking my clit.

When my body finally stops contracting, he withdraws his finger, stands upright and slides his penis out of my mouth. It’s shiny from my saliva and so hard it’s standing up straight against his belly button as he reaches for a condom. I’m still rippling and throbbing with the aftereffects of my release when he climbs onto the bed, gathers me up against him and slams into me, triggering another orgasm. He’s so hard and so big, my body struggles to accommodate and adjust.

“I love you so much, Nat. So f*cking much.” His low growl against my ear is like an electrical current, setting of a new wave of desire that I feel in every part of my body. Gone is the cautious, tentative lover who’d worried about scaring me. In his place is Flynn Godfrey unleashed, and I love him this way. I love that I drove him to this by asking for something new. I love knowing he’s mine forever and no one else will ever know him the way I do.

He drives deep into me and freezes, his head thrown back and his eyes closed. “I’ve never felt anything better than this, Nat. Ever.”