Chapter Twenty-Nine #2
She let out a shrill cry as her hips left the bed and I was forced to grab her thighs and pull her back to me.
Half wrestling, half caressing, I licked one stroke up her center and she screamed my name.
The sound was so intoxicating I needed to hear it again.
So I burrowed in closer and licked again, and again, and again.
She was keening now, panting and writhing beneath my tongue. I looked at her through my lashes and saw her head tipped back in ecstasy, her bare breasts rising and falling, nipples peaked and skin flushed. Beautiful.
“Please,” she gasped a few moments later. “Please, Milo. Please.”
I pulled away from her long enough to ask, “Please, what, Isla?”
“I need. To feel. You.”
Her words came out in a breathless staccato, rushing over one another in her haste to gasp them out.
“Are you not doing that now?” I teased, going back for one more long, slow lick.
She screamed again.
“Inside of me, Milo,” she snapped, returning to a bit of herself. “I need you to fuck me. Now.”
Grinning, I rose from where I’d been kneeling on the floor in front of the bed.
“I’d be delighted,” I drawled.
I watched as she sat up, eyes hooded and glassy with the edge of her pleasure.
She crawled forward on her knees, maintaining eye contact until she reached the end of the bed where her eyes darted down to my pants and, more accurately, the hard length pressed painfully against the zipper there.
Apparently it was clearly visible now because her eyes widened and she sat back on her heels.
“Milo,” she breathed out. “You’re…”
She trailed off, eyes darting back down to my pants as she licked her lips.
I couldn’t take it anymore. The sight of her in front of me, disheveled from what I’d done to her, the taste of her still on my tongue.
I dropped my hand to the button of my pants but she was faster, batting me away and unhooking the fastener there.
She went for the zipper next and I groaned when the back of her knuckles grazed me beneath the fabric of my pants.
I hissed in a breath as her gaze slid to mine and she grinned.
She rushed to drop my pants and then my underwear, letting me spring free right in front of her.
Her eyes widened once more but then she was biting her lip and wrapping a hand around me.
I stilled, fingers hovering over the first button on my shirt I’d been struggling to undo with one hand, and grunted.
She looked up at me through her lashes and the only thought that entered my mind was to hell with this.
I ripped my shirt off with my good hand, the buttons flying across the room. Then my lips were on hers, my arm around her, caging her in, pushing her back. She let out a breathless giggle while reaching for my cock.
Forgetting about my injury, I moved to grab for her thighs while my good hand was tangled in her hair and hissed in pain.
Isla pulled back immediately, brows furrowed in concern as her gaze raked over my face.
I fought the wince in my expression as I lowered my arm back to my side, settling it into the sling once more.
Her eyes shot to the sling and her lips parted in understanding.
Then she stood. I felt the absence of her warmth like an icy bolt to my heart but she didn’t go far.
She pulled me forward, trading places so I was the one standing between her and the bed.
Then she grinned fiendishly and placed her hands on my chest, something sparking in her eyes I couldn’t place.
“Allow me to take it from here, husband,” she crooned softly. “It is your first time, after all.”
She pushed me back onto the bed. I hissed again when my arm struck the mattress but the pain was forgotten the instant she straddled me, flipping her copper hair over her shoulder and smirking down at me.
I felt the moisture at her core against my thighs in the instant before she lifted her hips and poised her entrance over me.
Then she seated herself and everything shattered.
I couldn’t help the grunt of masculine satisfaction that escaped me as her hips began to move and she lifted herself up before thrusting onto me again, letting me fill her and stretch her as we both writhed together upon the sheets.
She was beautiful and strong and perfect and mine. She was the only thing, in all the world, that had ever been mine. So I let that thin tether between us sharpen and strengthen. I let my loose hold on control slip, and I let her in.
Finally, she mentally sighed against my mind.
We were one. As partners, as husband and wife, as lovers, and as leaders. We’d find our way through everything and everyone against us because this, between us, was the only thing that had ever mattered and I was a fool for having taken so long to see that.
She shuddered above me and I began to move with her, thrusting upward as she pressed down, chasing after our release together.
I let my good hand roam her body, gripping her hip, reaching up to squeeze her breast, pushing her hair back over her shoulder.
She moaned and writhed against me, making it harder to hold on, harder to hold back.
When she screamed my name again, tilting her head back and shouting it to gods I’d never believed in, I found my release too, bending up toward her and groaning against the soft skin of her chest between her breasts.
We paused for a moment, still joined together, catching our breaths.
Then she rolled off of me and onto the bed beside me, panting.
She reached for me at once, arms outstretched, and I happily curled into them.
Wrapping her arms around my middle, she burrowed into the crook of my neck, her skin warm against mine.
“Was it everything you hoped it would be?” she asked softly a moment later.
“More,” I told her, turning to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. “With you, so much more.”