“What will you do about it?” I’m grinning so wide my cheeks ache, wriggling below him on the bed. Plucking at my nipples like I have any idea what I’m doing. “Because I feel like this is a win-win for me. Are you gonna put me over your knee, Guy Coltrane? Ohno, such a terrible fate—”
Guy snarls, cutting off my babbling as he yanks my panties down my legs. He tosses them over his shoulder and gets off the bed briefly, just long enough to drop his own underwear.
When he climbs back on top, there’s nothing between us. Nothing to stop the rigid length of him, the cock prodding at my stomach, from seeking me downthere.I scrabble at his shoulders, desperate for him to push home inside me, but the big jerk holds back.
One, two, three heated kisses. Our tongues tangle, my hair splayed over the bed.
“I’m going to lick you first,” he mutters. I whine, hips bucking up in protest, but Guy fists my hair. “Tough shit, Effie. I’m calling the shots here, and I want you to come on my tongue.”
As his lips sear a starving trail down my body, I may complain loudly, but I’m not really mad about it.
Not when he seals his mouth over my whole freaking pussy, so warm and wet andperfect.Not when he pulls back and starts licking, exploring every inch of me before lapping at my clit. I tug on his dark blond hair just like I dreamed, and I wrap my thighs around his neck, and I thrust my hips up. Riding his face from below.
He’s no mechanical bull, but Guy Coltrane sure is a thrill. Especially when he pushes a thick finger inside me and lets out a long groan, the vibrations tickling my folds.
“Effie. So fucking tight.”
I snort, yanking and twisting his hair. “Well, duh.”
There’s a beat. Half a breath where he slows, his finger pushed deep into my pussy. I can practically hear the gears grinding.
Then, laced with dread: “Are you—?”
“Yup.”
Another low groan. He mutters something about being a bad man, but he doesn’t fool me. He’s licking me again with shameless hunger, pumping his finger in and out. Stretching me. Getting me ready.
A second finger joins the first, and I squeeze Guy’s head between my thighs, grinning up at the ceiling. “You don’t fool me, boss man. You’re so basic. You love your virgin bride.”
He snorts, and the tingle of it makes me cry out. I’m bucking beneath him, chasing his tongue, and he adds a second finger, and thestretch—
“Oh!” I come with a shout, my body suddenly stiff as a board, and I’m glad Guy’s face is buried down there, because I’m definitely pulling some weird, tortured expression. Pleasure floods me in waves, hot and delicious, and I’ve barely caught my breath before he’s crawling up my body, notching his cock against my entrance. So broad and smooth and warm. No cold, shiny plastic here.
“Yes?” Guy asks, chest heaving and voice taut.
I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my heels into his ass. “Yes.”
There’s a slight burning sensation, a pressure that steals my breath, but we both groan with relief as he finally sinks home. And I’m slick and pliant from his tongue, sucking him hungrily inside my body, dragging him deeper. When I wrap my arms around his neck, Guy presses his cheek to mine.
“You feel perfect,” he rasps. “So fucking good, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart.
I’m gonna coax that out of him more often.
Our heartbeats drum, chests mashed together, as he begins to move above me, muscles flexing. He’s sobig, so toned and broad shouldered, and the dusting of chest hair makes my toes curl. Guy fucks me slowly,deeply, gathering speed as we go, and I love that he doesn’t hold back. That after a few minutes, he’s slamming into me, burning off the days and weeks and freakingyearsof pent up tension between us, pumping between my trembling thighs.
I’m sticky.
Sweaty.
There are feathers in my hair.
Lord, I wishthisis how we kicked off this morning.
“You can’t take it back,” Guy grits out, still rolling his body into mine. A bead of sweat rolls down his throat, and he grunts as I lick it off. “This is happening, Effie.”
I know that, but I can’t resist teasing him one more time. I peer down between our bodies, feigning confusion. “What’shappening?”