31. PARIS
VANESSA
I lift my legs and cross them at the ankles behind Paris’s back, allowing to him to penetrate me deeper.
He groans against my lips and increases the pace, flattening me against the mattress.
My headboard creaks loudly, and I’m sure at any moment, Heather is going to complain about the noise.
It’s the first time Paris and I have banged while she’s been in the house.
After dinner with my folks, we came back to my place. Heather went straight to her room, claiming a headache. I didn’t have the heart to encourage her to go see Leo. I don’t think she’s happy with him, after learning he knew about Philip’s video and didn’t tell her.
“Shh. Take it easy, babe,” I whisper against his lips.
“I’m trying. But your pussy feels so damn good, kitten.”
“Maybe we should put the mattress on the floor.”
“Next time. I can’t stop now.”
I can feel him swell inside me. The pressure is building for me as well.
I don’t want to stop. Instead, I capture his face between my hands and kiss him hard.
It’s a smart move, because in the next second, I come, and I can’t climax quietly when Paris is fucking me into oblivion.
Although with the racket my bed is making, I doubt Heather can hear me screaming anyway.
“Oh my God, kitten,” Paris mutters before his body convulses with the power of his release.
I clench my internal walls, milking him to the max. He loves when I do that, but it’s amazing for me too. Case in point, I come a second time, and the sensation is more bone melting than the first. Paris doesn’t stop moving until a couple of minutes later, and by then, I’m pudding.
He rolls off me but keeps half his body covering mine. We’re sleek with sweat, our breaths coming in bursts. I’m in recovery mode, but I snuggle closer, wanting to meld myself to him.
“Thanks for coming to dinner tonight. I don’t think I’d have been able to tell my folks about Ryan if you hadn’t been there,” I say.
“Yes, you would.” He draws lazy circles over my arm, giving me goose bumps.
“I just want this to be over, but I know it will be a long process.”
“And I’ll be with you, kitten, every step of the way.”
Like a real cat, I rub my cheek against his chest. “Thank you. I guess I need a knight in shining armor after all.”
He laughs, and the sound is a delicious rumble that I feel deep in my core.
“I don’t think you do, babe. You’re my éowyn. I’m just thankful that you let me fight by your side.”
My heart swells with emotion. I didn’t believe I could love Paris more, and here he is, proving me wrong again. I raise my head and look into his eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “Are you saying you’re my Merry, then?”
He matches my grin and cups my pussy. “I think I’d rather be your Faramir.”