No condom. Skin-to-skin.
My brain finally catches up, and I reach down to unzip my pants. She beats me to it, undoing the fly and pushing them down my hips, together with my briefs. I almost weep with relief as my cock springs out, flushed, wet and so goddamn ready.
“Trust me?” she asks, reaching down to touch me, and precum leaks from the slit on the head of my cock, ru
nning down the sides. I gasp for breath as I nod.
Her way. What does that mean?
“I’ll need to hold on to you,” she says. “To put my arms around your neck.”
I swallow. When we kissed I was okay, but what if I freak out this time?
Then again… Time to break down all barriers, give her everything. Try to fix myself for her, and for me. “Just hold on tight.”
She gives me a brilliant smile that makes her eyes shine and wraps her hand around my dick. My hips lift as she guides me inside her, into her slick heat. I curse and groan, pushing upward, gripping her hips and pulling her down on me.
Oh God. My brain shuts down completely, a blank illuminated by flashes of pure pleasure. Skin-to-skin feels fucking amazing. Never done it without a condom before. Never knew it’d feel like this. Holy shit.
Then her arms inch up my chest and slowly, carefully slide around my neck. Despite my trust in her, despite everything, I space out for a second—or for what feels like a second—lost in a suffocating cloud of pain and fear. It closes in around me, pulling me under.
The feel of her mouth on mine snaps me back to the here and now. Must be something magical in kissing, because suddenly everything comes into sharp focus—her taste, the pressure of her lips, her hard nipples rubbing on my chest, her tight heat around my dick.
I deepen the kiss, licking her mouth, letting her know I’m here. All here. She moans against my lips and grabs the back of my neck as she starts to move. She’s fucking moving, sliding up and down my dick, tightening and releasing, a maddening, mind-blowing rhythm.
Fire is licking my balls. I can feel my orgasm start at the root of my cock, the pressure building and building, faster and faster. She rolls her hips, does little circles, undulates her body, and my groan comes out strangled.
She’s in full control. I’m hers. There’s nothing to do but let her ride me to mind-bending orgasm. I watch her face as she lets out these sexy little moans, as her eyes close and her lips part, as she starts to shake with her own release…
And I can’t hold back any more. My eyes shut as I come with a yell, my back arching off the chair. She ripples around me, calls my name as I shake and pant. The pleasure is off the motherfucking scale as we move together, holding on to each other, trembling with the aftershocks.
I don’t know what this is. All I know is nothing has ever felt so right in my life.
Chapter Sixteen
Dakota
We’re supposed to leave for the hospital, visit Aunt Carolina. It’s ten AM, the sun is shining bright, and I’m ready to go. Dressed in a red blouse and ruffled black skirt—not all black, mom had said, please not today—I’m sitting on the sofa armrest, waiting for Zane.
I check my watch, and worry starts nibbling at my insides. Call me crazy, but I can’t seem to be able to let him out of my sight for more than a few minutes before I go into panic mode. Stupid maybe. He’s been out of the hospital for almost a week now, and he’s doing fine. No dizzy spells anymore, no black-outs, no memory problems. I’ll get over it soon.
Still…
I hop off the sofa, head to the bedroom, and stick my head inside.
My brows draw together. Zane is sitting on the bed, holding a sheaf of paper in his hands, staring at it.
“Hey.” I pad over, and sit by his side. “What have you got…?”
It’s my drawing of Zane, from when he was lying in a coma at the hospital. Well, one of the many I drew, which are now stacked next to him on the mattress.
My heart pounds as I study the drawing. The slack face, the oxygen mask, his tattooed arms resting on the covers and all the magical creatures surrounding him. Protecting him. Fighting for him, because I couldn’t.
“This is…” His voice is faint. “Holy shit.”
“Yeah,” I whisper. Holy crap. Embarrassment heats up my face. I didn’t mean for him to see the drawings and feel especially stupid for all the dragons and spiders I covered the empty space with.
I also feel bad for drawing him when he had no sense of his surroundings, without his permission. Then again, he’s looking at my stack without my permission, so I guess we’re even.