Her gasp is all shock and wonder as I bring my fingers to her pussy, opening her to my view. She glistens for me in the moonlight.
“You’re just perfect.” Her thighs twitch again as I press my thumb to her clit. “And you’re all mine, little love.” I begin to circle and pet, daring her to speak. “Mine for the taking. Mine for eternity.”
I relish her soft whimpers, yet I crave her words, want to hear her try to deny what this means to her as I drive her to the edge of ecstasy.
“That’s it, sweetness.” My words are a rasp of appreciation as I pet and circle and tease, painting the throbbing bud with her own arousal. Her breath begins to hit the air in tight little gasps, her body chasing the contact as I force myself to keep my touch light. “Tell me, little love. Tell me you want me.”
Her hips begin to jerk as she hits her peak for the first time tonight, her mouth falling open in a silent plea. But I want her words along with her pleasure. I want the walls to shake with her love.
“Louder,” I growl.
She cries out in shock or relief as I spear two fingers inside her. Her knees fall wider, her slick passage accepting me, bucking against the upward thrust of my hand. I want her on her back, under me. I want to bite and mark my love into her. I want her to feel this night between her legs in the coming days. I want her love and her devotion, her promise that she’ll let me love her the way she deserves.
“Oh, Roman.” Her cry is sharp as she begins to contract around my fingers. Her second orgasm is stronger than the first as I curl my hand gently around the smooth slope of her neck.
“So beautiful.” I hold her as she unravels. I steal her breath as she comes undone.
An aftershock of pleasure washes over her as I drop to my knees, deepening as I blow a soft breath against her wet centre.
“No, Roman, please. It’s too much.”
“I’ll be good, darling.” I press my hands to her thighs to prevent her from resisting.
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” she answers with the lightest of moans . . . to the deepest of groans as my tongue becomes a slick invasion between her legs. She cries out, her hands fastening in my hair as she tries to tell me she can’t take it. But she can, and she will as my tongue begins to lap and slide, gentle at first, following her cues. Lost to the moment, she begins to rock against me, riding my face. I slide my hands under her, deepening the angle. Deepening the pleasure.
“That’s it. Show me where you need me.”
She’s thrashing and wild, and she’s all mine as I engulf her clit, twisting my fingers inside her, thrusting again and again. She cries out. Twists. Detonates. Everything tightens within me, from the crown of my head to my cock, as a response.
I stand and press my hand between her legs, and she groans, her flesh throbbing and overstimulated. She nods her head, her slick skin unpeeling itself from the wooden tabletop as I help her up.
Once her feet touch the floor, she presses her hand to her mouth as though shocked.
“I’ve never . . . I don’t think I can. Not ever again.” My laughter sounds dark as I take her arm, and she takes a couple of fawn-like wobbling steps. “No, really. I mean it. Three times!”
“I meant it, too.” My lips move over hers. “All three times.”
“You’re trying to kill me.” I feel the shape of her smile against mine.
“There are worse ways to go. Death by orgasm at a hundred years old. How does that sound?”
“Like you’re planning on outliving me.” We turn toward the hallway and the stairs, and I try very hard to keep my hands from her nakedness, holding her hand instead.
“I thought I’d just leave you my tongue.”
“And your fingers?”
“They’re all yours. I’ll get it put into my will and everything.”
“What about . . .?” Kennedy’s gaze dips, then in a made-for-erotic-movie moment, she bites her lip. When her gaze meets mine, it’s a dark magic spell of shock and desire.
“I think fucking on the stairs might be a little uncomfortable.” My words are a dangerous purr, my hands grasping her hips, pressing and touching and almost manhandling.
“What makes you think that’s what I want?” Kennedy tilts her chin, her tone softly daring.
“The very unsubtle way you were staring at my cock.”
Her mouth is so lush and so ripe, and though I can’t see her freckle in the darkened hallway, I know it’s there taunting me. I felt a little crazed earlier. A little desperate to make her mine, but now I just want her to know that I love her, and I’ll always have her corner, no matter what. This proud, strong woman. The rock that my son has been moulded on. She’s everything to me. She and our children are all I’ll ever need.