EMBER #4
Deep laughter follows me to the row of bedrooms that offshoot a finely carpeted hallway, adjacent to the living space. I choose the first door I lay eyes on. I’m not even sure whose room it is in this state. Nor do I care.
The low thump of Warner pursuing me adds to my building anticipation. He enters the room then slows, leaning in the ajar door to look over my naked body.
“So perfect. On the bed, love.”
“How do you want me?” My question is a loaded whisper.
“On your hands and knees, legs apart. Show me what’s mine.”
A shiver works its way over me as I follow his orders without contending. The plush mattress bows under my weight, allowing me to splay my legs wide open, hands and knees planting in the optimum stance.
“Excellent.” Warner’s tongue glides across his bottom lip.
“Please. I need you.”
“Do you beg because you know I enjoy it?”
“Maybe.” I slowly drag my hands up and down my body, eager for him to join me.
Fabric rustles as he strips off fully, exposing his cut chest and prosthetic leg. I move my head upright to stare ahead before he can accuse me of peeking. Thudding steps tell me that he’s nearing the bed, amplifying the hunger coiled low in my belly.
“You’re all pink and glistening. It’s quite the view.”
“Warner.” I bury my forehead in the pillow beneath me. “Don’t tease.”
“Impatient as ever.”
A warm touch smooths over my backside and hips, pulling me into a better angle. My spine curves further, brushing the tips of my breasts on the bedsheets. I fist the material, muscles locked tight to accept his advance.
“I’ve wanted to do this since I watched that bullet hit.” His voice is raspy. “Never scare me like that again, Ember.”
The punishing slap he delivers across my ass betrays his pent-up fear.
“You continue to put yourself at risk for us. Why?”
Another smack, this one closer to my throbbing cunt.
“Because I love you!”
“Yet scaring me half to death seems like an okay thing to do?”
The next hit lands directly on my abused pussy lips. I shudder and shake, crying his name loud enough for the whole hotel suite to hear.
“No!”
“Then never, ever do it again.” Warner trails his fingertips over my inflamed skin. “You’re to stay safe from now on.”
“Yes… I will.”
“Do you promise?”
“P-Please…”
Yet another crack has pain radiating across my left cheek. My back arches and crackles with dispersed energy.
“Do you promise, Em?”
“Yes! I swear!”
“Good girl. I never want to feel like that again.”
Rather than hitting me again, he plunges inside me in one precise strike. A loud moan rushes past my lips as his thick cock stretches me open, thrust forward on the bed by the possessive need in his attack. But hell if I’d have it any other way.
Nails rake down my spine, planting a searing trail. He draws back then strikes again, slotting himself into my centre without a beat of hesitation. Pressed into the mattress, I rock against him. I’m not going to last long at this rate.
Warner adopts a driving pace, rowing into me like he’s chasing away the memories of all we’ve endured. The road to reach this point has demanded enough from us. He’s entitled to a victory lap.
I’m beaten into a blissful puddle of joy by his cock, overstimulated to a vicious breaking point that beckons ever closer. His body smacking into mine fuels the cataclysm that looms, vying to toss me into a final meltdown.
“Do you have one more in you for me?” Warner grunts out.
“Fuck, yes! Please!”
“Give me everything, love. I want it all. Every last piece of you.”
The slap he lands on my ass travels all the way to where his dick pounds on my hidden spot. The vibrations travel outward, bringing our collision to its apex. We’re both powerless to halt the inevitable.
“Ember!” he roars loudly.
“Oh, God!”
Not even clutching the bedsheets can hold me steady. The electric shocks racing at maximum velocity across my skin drag me into a climax right behind him. We’re both spiralling, united in an eruption of pure bliss.
Through white-hazed vision, the hotel room is all a blur. I barely register the sensation of collapsing on the bed. A sinewy weight braces over me, narrowly avoiding crushing my exhausted limbs.
Instead, Warner twists to the side, pulling me into his patchouli-fragranced chest. I burrow into his warmth and relish in his intoxicating scent, not caring that I’m overheating. At this point of no return, all I want is to feel Warner’s strength cradling me closer than our bodies should allow.
“Fuck me, love,” He draws in ragged, oxygen-deprived breaths.
“Pretty sure I did.”
“You’re a minx. I think I just saw God.”
“I’m taking that as a compliment,” I croon into his thudding heartbeat.
“Are you okay?”
Encapsulated by his arms, wrapped in the essences of all the men I’ve come to love more than my own life, I can finally answer with total honesty.
“I’ve never been more okay in my life.”
“Damn, we’re good.” Warner chuckles.
“Shut up.”
“Love you, little astronaut.”
I summon the energy to kiss where his heart is attempting to tear a path free.
“I love you too, Langley.”