17. Daphne
Chapter Seventeen
DAPHNE
I could hardly breathe through the storm of sensation as I clung to Flynn. The rush of him filling me was intense. It had been a while, and I was tight. When I gasped, he murmured right beside my ear, “Just wait. I’ll take care of you.”
I was restless and impatient, need nipping sharply at my heels. He held still and then pulled my hips closer to the edge of the counter, eliciting a raw moan when I felt the luscious stretch of him as he sank deeper into me.
With the shift of position, my legs loosened, and the angle created subtle friction exactly where I needed it. Flynn held me easily, one hand tangling in my hair as our heads bowed together. His other hand was wrapped around my hips, his palm holding me with ease.
I was awash in pleasure. I simply gave in, surrendering to the moment, into Flynn’s strong hold in a way I’d never let go in my life. I was so accustomed to being strong, to holding myself together that the experience of letting go heightened every sensation.
Flynn’s lips pressed against the side of my neck in a hot, open kiss. Every sensation spun into the rest. Again and again, he shifted back slightly and then buried himself inside me. All the while, I chased after my sweet release as the tension tightened to an almost unbearable pain inside.
I heard myself pleading, and then his whispered reply, “I have you here. Let go.”
So I did. Everything pulled tight in my very center. It snapped, and pleasure spun like fiery pinwheels throughout my body as my channel clenched around him. I heard his ragged gasp as his mouth dragged along my neck in another open-mouthed kiss. I felt the lustrous heat of his release fill me and held on tight.
We stayed frozen like that for several moments. My heartbeat was rioting in my chest. I was sated, relaxed beyond all measure. As if my mind and heart knew something my body didn’t, a sense of panic started to creep in, and I tensed.
Somehow, Flynn seemed to know precisely what I needed before I did. His hand loosened in my hair, and his palm slipped down my back in a soothing caress. “Princess, just relax.”
So I did. I didn’t know how long we stayed there with me seated ingloriously on the counter. Flynn eventually untangled himself, and we tidied our clothes.
I was almost in shock from the depth of intimacy that had passed between us. When I finally brought myself to look up at him, I offered, “I’m on the pill.”
Flynn’s eyes searched my face quietly. “I usually stop to think, but you kind of make me lose my mind.”
I bit my lip, feeling my cheeks get hot. “It seems we do that to each other.”
Flynn looked as if he wanted to say more, but I wasn’t ready for more. I closed the distance between us and leaned up to press a kiss on his stubbled jawline. “Good night, Flynn,” I whispered before turning and hurrying out of the kitchen.
It was only after I was halfway up the spiral staircase that I remembered I left some popovers in the oven. Returning to the kitchen, I found Flynn checking on them. He ended up helping me clean up without a word passing between us. Somehow, he knew I needed quiet.
I fell asleep a little bit later, wondering how Flynn understood me so well.