Frost
My heart is beating toohard. It should be painful, but somehow, it’s not.
I feel like it’s trying to crack my ribs open so that it can get closer to Amora, but I already know that even if it could, it still wouldn’t be close enough.
My eyes fall shut, and I breathe in the scent of her skin and her arousal. It hovers in the air, infusing the steam from the shower with her unique smell. In my mind, I can still picture her on her knees in front of me, her lips stretched around my cock. I can see myself thrusting in and out of that perfect mouth, see the way her cheeks hollow as she tries to drag me back in every time I draw back.
I want to do that all over again. I want to come down her throat and then smear the last few drops on her beautiful lips. I want to lay her out on the bed and stroke myself until I spill my release all over her, then rub it into her skin until she’s marked so thoroughly by me that she’ll never be able to doubt that she’s mine.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d be into everything I did,” she admits in a quiet voice, tilting her head a bit so that she can press a little kiss to my lips. When she tries to draw away, I chase her mouth, claiming another kiss and allowing it to deepen before we separate again.
“I like everything you do,” I answer simply.
She chuckles. “Well, I’m glad. That… that really turned me on. I like seeing you like this, lost in pleasure—giving yourself over to it. I like how you use me. How you figure out what feels good with me.” She pulls away a little, gazing up into my eyes with a serious expression. “You’ve had so much pain, Frost. I wish I could take it away, erase it from your past, but I know I can’t. I can give you pleasure, though. And I want to.”
Her words feel like a balm on my soul, and I pull her into my arms, lifting her feet off the shower floor as I kiss her again. She yelps into my mouth but doesn’t protest, wrapping her arms and legs around me. My cock is already hardening again, throbbing for my mate, for more of the connection between us.
She must feel it, because she rubs herself against me, tightening her legs around my waist to give herself leverage as she slides her core against my cock.
“Do you want more?” she murmurs, her voice husky.
“Yes,” I answer immediately.
Her grin is almost blinding, and I can’t resist kissing it. I can’t resist anything about her.
When we separate, she tilts her head down a little, giving me a teasing look from beneath her eyelashes. “What do you want? Tell me, Frost. Whatever it is, I want to give it to you.”
My body goes tense as a dozen different images flood my mind all at once. I picture claiming my mate in as many different ways as I can imagine, seeing her breasts sway with each thrust and hearing her moans of pleasure. The sudden rush of images is so overwhelming that I can’t speak for a moment. I can’t sort out what I want most.
I want all of it.
All of her.
Finally, I clear my throat, holding her up with one hand while I trail the fingertips of my other over her smooth jaw. My voice is raspy when I speak, and my cock is hard as a rock now.
“I want to fuck you from behind. I want to see your ass shake. See your back arch as you take me. I want to kiss you like that, turning your head to meet my lips when I’m buried inside you.”
Amora’s eyes flare wide, her mouth dropping open a little as color rushes up her chest and cheeks, turning them pink. Her eyes spark with something, and she crushes her lips to mine in a kiss that makes me worried I’ll come against her stomach, without even getting to be inside her again.
When we break apart, she wriggles in my arms, and I set her down. She reaches over to shut off the spray of the shower, then pulls the curtain aside and steps out of the tub. I expect her to reach for one of the small towels that have been left for us. But instead, she walks over to the little sink and rests her hands on the countertop that surrounds it, bending over.
My stomach clenches, my balls drawing up tight. Water cascades down my body as I climb out of the tub after her, but I don’t pay any attention to it. My gaze is riveted to the curve of her ass, and the way her spine curves as she looks over her shoulder at me with a heated gaze.
“Like this?” she asks.
“Yes.”
I can’t say any more words than that. I can’t even think.
My hand reaches out, and I watch it trace over the curves of her body.
This doesn’t seem real. After nearly being swallowed up by my shadows, it doesn’t feel real that I’m here in this steam-filled bathroom with my mate, the scent of sex filling the air between us.
But it must be. I’ve never been able to imagine anything as good as this.
Both of my hands are roaming over her body now, and Amora doesn’t tell me what to do. She just lets me explore her at my own pace. I try to keep my touch light, but I can’t help gripping and massaging her ass cheeks, feeling how firm and smooth they are against my palms.
The way she’s bent over gives me a partial view of her pussy, and I lick my lips as I gaze down at her flushed pink opening.
Without even thinking, I drop down to my knees. If I were a good person, maybe I could say I’m doing this because she gave me pleasure before.
But the truth is, I just need to taste her.
I need it, more than I need air.
My fingers dig into her ass cheeks, dragging them wider so that I can see more of her, and Amora gasps, gripping the countertop more tightly. When I bury my face between her legs and thrust my tongue inside her, she goes up on her tiptoes, making a strangled sound in her throat.
She tastes so good. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced before—something that’s only Amora.
It’s addictive, and I slide my tongue all over her pussy, trying to get as much of it as I can. With my hands still holding her ass cheeks apart, I can see her other hole too, and I grunt softly as I remember what it felt like when she put her finger up my ass.
I don’t know why it felt good, but it did. It pushed me over the edge of my climax, heightening everything else I was feeling until I couldn’t hold back anymore.
Would it feel good for her too?
Probably. She knows more about pleasure than I do.
Rather than exploring with my finger, I drag my tongue away from her core, running it over the small expanse of skin between her pussy and her asshole before circling the little round hole.
“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck! God!”
She squirms against the counter, pulling away from me a little before pressing back into my touch, and I grin as I slide my tongue around her hole again.
She likes it.
My cock pulses, little droplets of cum sliding down my shaft. I like it too. I like it so much that my pulse is racing faster, my hands digging into her skin as my hips pulse against nothing. I draw back, breathing hard.
“I need…” I trail off for a moment, not sure how to express what I want. “To be inside you,” I finally finish, deciding on the simplest form of the truth.
“Fuck. Yes, Frost. Please,” Amora murmurs, wriggling her ass again as I press up to stand behind her. The scent of her arousal is even heavier in the air now than it was before, and it feels like it might drive me out of my mind.
My hands slide around to grip her hips firmly, and I spread my legs, bending my knees a little to line myself up with her entrance. I press inside, groaning as her wet heat clenches around the tip of my cock.
It feels too good. It’s too much.
With a savage grunt, I thrust forward all the way, burying myself inside her. She lets out a guttural groan, and it mixes with the sound I make.
My heart is beating too hard again. I feel like I might tear out of my own skin, I’m so desperate for more of this woman.
“Yes, Frost,” she whispers again, her back arching. “Fuck me. Fuck me, please.”
Please.
She wants me.
She needs me.
Just like I need her.
That thought unleashes something inside me. With a low noise, I draw out and then thrust right back into her, reveling in the tightness of her pussy as it clenches my cock. I do it again and again, bottom out in her every time, slamming in as deep as I can go and still trying to get even deeper. My hips slap against her ass, and the flesh jiggles with every thrust.
Hungry for everything I envisioned, I catch her chin in one hand and turn her head, pressing my lips to hers as our bodies move together.