Victorious(67)

Her head comes up, and her entire body goes tense.

I press it back into place, drawing a low, keening moan from her. I repeat that same move, over and over again, until she’s a quivering mess of sensation. “Nat… I want to f*ck you here so bad. You have to tell me you want it, too.”

“I do,” she says without hesitation. “I want you. I want everything with you.”

“Turn over, sweetheart.” I need to see her face and her eyes, to ensure she’s doing this because she wants to and not just for me.

I help her to turn until I’m holding her in my arms, looking down at her face. “Tell me again.”

“I want you, Flynn. Every way I can have you.” She never blinks or hesitates or shows an ounce of fear.

“Are you sure?”

“Very sure.”

My heart gallops in my chest. “I’ll make it so good for you, baby.”

“I know you will.”

Her trust in me is the most powerful aphrodisiac I’ve ever experienced. Nothing has ever been a greater turn-on than knowing this woman, who has every reason to trust no one, trusts me with her life, her pleasure, her happiness, her well-being. I kiss her softly and sweetly, all the while denying my baser urges to take, take, take what she is giving me so freely.

But we’re going to work up to it, one step at a time. Step one is kissing—deep, erotic kissing that goes on for what seems like hours. I cup her breast and pinch her nipple between my fingers, planning to draw this out for hours if necessary to ensure it’s good for both of us. I want her to love it so much she wants to do it again and again.

Eventually, I move us so she’s on her back and I’m above her.

She looks up at me with those big eyes, the color different now from when I first met her, but no less compelling than it was then. I see her every emotion reflected in those eyes that look at me with love and trust and desire. I want to always be worthy of all that she has given me.

I kiss her neck and work my way down to her breasts, feasting on each nipple until they’re tight red nubs. Each rib gets my attention, and her belly quivers as I run my lips over the soft skin there.

“Flynn…”

“What, honey?”

“I thought you wanted to… That we were going to…”

“I do, and we will. Eventually.”

Sighing, she sags into the mattress, understanding now that nothing about this is going to be fast or immediate.

I lift her legs over my shoulders and hold her open for my tongue. She’s so wet and so primed that I could make her come with one stroke of my tongue. But what fun would that be? Setting the plug to the most intense vibration, I set out to drive her mad with my tongue and fingers.

“Don’t come until I tell you to.”

Her hands fist my hair, and she’s pulling so hard it hurts. I couldn’t care less. All I can think about is the sweet taste of her *, the muscles clamping down on my fingers and how much I love her.

Ready to move things along, I latch on to her clit and suck, drawing the tight nub of flesh into my mouth and running my tongue back and forth. “Come, sweetheart. Let me hear you.” I suck harder and drive my fingers into her as deep as they’ll go.

She shrieks as she comes, her legs tightening around my head to keep me from getting away.

I bring her down slowly, gently, and then rise to my knees to push into her channel, riding the waves of her orgasm. The plug makes it an especially tight fit as I thrust into her, over and over again, needing to take the edge off this mad, clawing desire so I can give her the tenderness she needs for what’s next.

Her legs wrap around my hips, her hands grip my ass, and when she squeezes, I lose it, coming with a roar that’s ripped straight from my gut. Christ have mercy… And then I feel her come, too, again.

I collapse on top of her, my head spinning from the wild ride. I open my eyes to see the red tip of her breast calling to me and raise my head to draw it into my mouth. Even after an explosive release, I want more.

She moans and raises her hips, and I come alive all over again, hardening inside her. I begin to move, thrusting until I’m fully hard.

“You’re going to kill me,” she whispers, her eyes closed.

“Never. I love you too much to kill you.” I kiss her lips, which are puffy and soft. “Ready for more?”

“Not sure if I can take any more.”

“You want to stop?”

She opens her eyes. “Did I say that?”

I smile down at her. “I want to see your face for this, but it might be more comfortable for you on your belly. What do you prefer?”

“I want to see your face, too.”

I kiss her again before withdrawing my extremely hard cock from her very tight *, making us both moan. From the bedside table, I grab a condom and a bottle of lubricant.

Natalie watches me closely. “Have you done this before in this bed?”

“Never.”

As I roll on the condom, I realize my hands are shaking ever so slightly. “I want you to stop this if you don’t like it, Nat. I mean it. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

She reaches up to caress my face. “I know how to stop it.”

“It’ll hurt at first, but the more you try to relax and let me in, the easier it will be.”