There is no holding back. There is pure pleasure, unrestrained desire.
I felt it as he licked me, as he made me come in a way my own hand could never manage. I had the orgasm of my life. Yet here he is, touching my tits, making me think there's more to come.
His cock is big and thick. His balls are tight, and fuck, I want him inside of me. I want to suck his cock too. I want to gag on him.
I blink, desiring things I've never thought of before.
"What?" Flynn asks. "What were you just thinking?"
I shake my head, blushing hard, but then I tell him—I tell him exactly what I want to do. "I want to make you come the way you made me come."
"There'll be plenty of time for that, baby. But first, I'm going to sink myself inside your virgin hole. You understand?"
I nod slowly, trying to comprehend his words, comprehend the depth of them. How badly he wants me, needs me, it makes me feel so good. I don't care if he's just playing games with me, if he does this with women every day, because in this moment it feels so fucking good. So damn right.
But I have a feeling he doesn't, that this isn't just a game to him, isn't just about the chase. I have a feeling he feels the same way I do, that this is something real, something more than a hotel room romp, that this is something lasting: fate.
I sigh. "Tell me how you want to come in me," I tell him, my words shocking, to be honest. Since when do I talk about things like this, about cocks and cunts, about being fucked, about being taken nice and hard, slow and fast? I shake my head. I get dizzy again, because this feels like a miracle.
"I want you on your back," he says, laying me down gently. He runs a hand from my pussy up my body, over my stomach, my breasts, my neck, cupping my cheek. "I want you to relax. I want you to be happy."
"I'm happy," I tell him. "I feel really happy."
"Good," he says. "I'll make you feel even better. I promise." I laugh, not thinking that's possible.
"It is," he tells me, reading my mind.
I blink then, trying to make out what's happening. "Why does it feel like I've known you forever?" I ask.
"God," he says with a grin. "So it wasn't just me?"
I shake my head. "No, it's not just you. I feel like maybe we met once in LA. We had to have. I feel like—"
He shakes his head. "I think it's what they call love at first sight."
"Stop it," I say, laughing, then I get serious. My heart starts to pound.
"What is it?" he says. "Am I scaring you?"
I blink back tears. "No," I say, "not in a bad way. I feel excited, like maybe you're right, maybe this is love at first sight."
My heart beats fast as he kisses me again, and this time it isn't with fervor. It's with delicacy. It's with grace. Did you know a man can kiss you gracefully? I didn't, but Flynn? He can. He is. His tongue finds mine and we move together in a fluid motion that has my core bubbling up with butterflies.
I try to blink back the tears, but it's hard. They stream down my cheeks.
"Honey," he says. "I don't want to make you cry."
"They're happy tears," I tell him. "I promise. I'd tell you if it were otherwise."
"So it's as real as I think it is?"
"Maybe it's not a dream," I tell him. "Maybe somehow it's a real-life fairy tale."
"You think those are real? Not just in storybooks?"
“My parents were in love like that," I tell him. "My mom died, but when she was alive, she and my dad, they were the kind of couple everybody wanted to be. What about your parents?"
"They died when I was young, ten years ago. But you know what? They were that kind of happy too. It's why I think I've always wanted to be a family man."
I smile. "The picket fence?"
"The 2.5 kids," he adds.
I laugh. "Why do I feel so good when I'm next to you?"
“Maybe because I made you come really fucking hard."
I laugh at his jokes, at his honesty, at everything. "Come inside me," I tell him.
He nods, lowering himself down, my legs wrapping around his body, my arms wrapping around his neck. I hold on tight. I don't want to let go. I want him to hold me like this, maybe forever.
It's crazy. I feel like I'm floating on air as he begins to fill me up. He slides on a condom, which I appreciate, but honestly, I wouldn't have cared if he hadn't. I want to be close to him, next to him. I want to give him that family, that picket fence, those 2.5 kids, the American dream. Maybe we'll get a Labrador and a French bulldog. Hell, maybe we can have it all.