He pulled away to look into her eyes.
‘The light.’ She waved at it.
He gripped her hand and held it above her head. ‘I want to see you. I want to see you as I take you slow and steady and drive you insane with need.’
‘I like a man with work ethic,’ she said, her voice husky, trembling and yet teasing.
‘Good,’ he said, chuckling, then before she could respond, kissed her again, long and slow and deep. And when she was practically purring and vibrating beneath him, he left her mouth—he’d return to it later—and nibbled and nipped his way down her throat, savouring the dip at the base before moving across her collarbone and down to her breast. He lifted and shaped the round mound—surprisingly full, hiding just how tiny her waist truly was, how gorgeous and rounded her arse. She tended to wear loose, flowing tops and dresses so that he’d never fully appreciated the shape of her, but he did so now, running his hand over the dips and heights, the slight softness of her belly, the flare of hip bones that angled down to the place he wanted to bury first his tongue and fingers and then his cock.
First things first.
He took her nipple in his mouth and watched as her gaze fogged and her head dropped back, the little airy gasp that came out ratcheting his need up to almost unbearable heights. But this wasn’t about taking his pleasure. It was about giving to her. Worshipping her. Thanking her for the relief and strength she was giving him by agreeing to his plan. Because right now, he felt stronger and more in control than he’d felt for years. Ever, in fact.
Making love to Prita, having her as his distraction from his weakness, it was a hell of a crazy plan, but it was working.
He licked over and around the bud of her nipple, nibbling to the underside, and back up to suck her whole into his mouth before making his way over to her other breast and giving it the same treatment. She rocked underneath him and moaned his name, the vibration of the sound pulsing through him. He looked up at her face as he took her other nipple in his mouth and it was as good as he’d imagined it would be. She was glowing, her eyes when she opened them and looked down at him, hazed with pleasure and focused solely on him at the same time. She moved to stroke his cock and he groaned at the deep pulling need that such a simple gesture could bring. Her touch turned insistent in a moment and he smiled as he licked over her breast and down to her ribs. ‘Not yet,’ he whispered against her skin and moved beyond her touch, enjoying her whimper of protest, a whimper that turned into a gasp as he dipped his tongue in her navel. He bit the soft skin underneath and stroked her breasts with his fingers, teasing her with the wetness his tongue had left in its wake. Her eyes shuttered closed and her head dropped back, body arching up a little off the bed as he moved down, down, sliding his hand down her sides to her beautiful bottom, cupping and lifting her as he settled between her legs and looked at his objective nestled in that dark thatch of hair. He breathed in the scent of her, so much fuller and richer a scent than what was held in the skin of her neck, her breasts. He dipped his tongue in, once, twice, holding her steady as her hips jerked. The breathy sounds she made were his favourite sounds in the world at that moment and he wanted to hear them again. And again. And again.
He licked up her centre and back down, one hand sliding from her bottom, over her stomach and down through her glorious dark curls and into the wet, heat of her centre.
‘Flynn,’ she breathed.
Fuck, he loved the sound of his name on her lips. He’d always thought his name was just an okay name, nothing special, but when she said it, it was like it held the secrets of the universe or something. It was like she’d said the name of a god.
And right now, he felt something like a god. The god of sex. Of desire. Of coming. Yes, he was going to be the god of her coming.
He slipped his finger inside her and watched as sensation lit up her face, the way her lips moved, the hazy pleasure in her eyes as they fluttered open and looked at him and she said, ‘More.’
He smiled and then gave her exactly what she wanted. Because if he was a god, then she was his goddess.
And he would worship her until they were both sated and full and nothing else in the universe mattered. Not his weakness nor her worries. Just them. Just now.
He tasted her and used his fingers on her and made her come, screaming his name, and then he did it again and as the magical sound of his name died on her lips a second time, he entered her, bringing her to another orgasm just before he fell over the edge, her name on his lips and nothing else filling his thoughts but how fucking great he felt.
He’d wanted to spend the morning with Prita, repeating last night’s endeavours, but she’d woken up some
