Chapter 18
Phoenix
“Condom?” I ask against my precious Little Temptress’s neck, my voice clawing with a rasp of restraint.
“Are you clean?” Her callous reply comes out, and a second later her eyes apologize with a look of horror.
“Spotless,” I joke with a deep chuckle. “And don’t worry, I have thicker skin than that.”
“I’m on the pill,” she tells me with straining patience.
“Tell me you want this,” I demand softly, my eyes searching hers.
“Stop stalling and claim what’s yours,” she commands, and my dick twitches at the thought of finally making her mine.
I push inside her with a groan coming from the deepest part of me. The sensation is overwhelming. Her warmth envelopes me completely. No barriers. Nothing between us but slick heat and desire.
“Fuck,” I hiss through clenched teeth, trying to maintain control when every instinct screams at me to drive forward, to take, to possess.
Roni's fingernails bite into my shoulders, her head thrown back against the pillow, exposing the elegant column of her throat, and in what must be instinct, I gently wrap my hand around it. Her lips part in a silent gasp as I sink deeper, inch by blissful inch.
“You feel so good,” she purrs with trembling words. “So fucking good.”
I capture her mouth with mine, swallowing her words, her moans. My hips begin to move of their own accord, finding a rhythm which has her arching beneath me. Her legs wrap around my waist.
“Yes,” I groan. “Take what you need.” My voice is deep and primal as I rock into her, feeling her body yield and claim me all at once.
Her eyes flutter closed, those long lashes casting shadows on her flushed cheeks. But I need to see her. Need to witness every flicker of pleasure crossing her face.
“Look at me, Little Temptress,” I command softly, slowing my pace until she complies.
When her eyes open, they're liquid heat, pupils blown wide with desire. The vulnerability there nearly undoes me. This isn't just fucking, and we both know it, even if neither of us is ready to name it.
“Please,” she whispers. “Fuck me harder.” Both plea and demand.
I oblige, driving deeper, angling my hips to hit the spot that makes her gasp and clutch at my back, her nails leaving crescent moons in my skin. I welcome the sweet sting, the marking of her pleasure.
“Like this?” I growl, punctuating each word with a thrust which has her bed frame creaking in protest.
“Yes,” she buzzes, her voice breaking. “God, yes.”
Her body trembles beneath mine, around mine, a perfect fit as if she were made for me. I've had sex before, plenty of it, but nothing like this. Nothing that makes me feel like I'm simultaneously losing and finding myself with every stroke.
I slide my hand between us, my thumb finding her sensitive clit. She jerks at the contact, a strangled cry escaping her lips. The sound feeds something carnal in me, urging me to draw more of those sounds from her beautiful mouth.
“I want to feel you come,” I drone against her ear, my breath hot against her skin. “I want to feel you fall apart for me.”
Her response is a strangled cry shooting straight to my core. I circle my thumb in slow, deliberate motions while maintaining the relentless pace of my hips. She's close, I can feel it in the way her walls flutter around me, in the desperate way her hands strangle my hair.
“Please,” she gasps, and the word is broken, needy.
“Please what, Little Temptress?” I tease, though my own control is hanging by a thread. “Tell me what you need.”
“I need—” Her words dissolve into a moan as I press harder with my thumb. “I need to come. Please make me come, and—” She strains to speak through waves of pleasure, with thoughts popping in and out when she finds the breath. “Come with me, please. Phoenix.”
The raw honesty in her voice snaps something inside me.
I increase the pressure, the rhythm, driving into her with a focused intensity which has her back arching off the bed.
Her walls clench around me as she shatters, a cry tearing from her throat which sounds like my name and a prayer all at once.
The sight of her coming undone beneath me, eyes wide then squeezing shut, mouth open in ecstasy, body trembling, pushes me over the edge I've been desperately clinging to.
“Roni,” I groan, burying myself deep as my release hits me like a thunderbolt. Elation courses through every nerve ending, radiating from where we're joined and spreading outward until I'm consumed by it. By her.
I collapse beside her, pulling her against me as we both gasp for air. Her skin is shiny with sweat, her hair a wild tangle around her flushed face. I've never seen anything more beautiful.
For several moments, neither of us speaks. Roni rolls on her side and flops her weary head across my chest, where we lay, sated and motionless, until morning.