His hand reaches up my top, firmly grabbing my left breast, and I gasp. Pushing my shirt up, he leans down and sucks my nipple into his warm mouth. My head falls back. My body arches.
“My panties…” I moan, trying to pull them off, needing them off now. Taking over, his fingers dip into the waistband of my pink bottoms, and he slowly pulls them down, my ankles bunching them in a ball, before tossing them over his shoulder.
“Damn, baby, you’re soaking wet.” His voice is husky. Laying back, I watch him unbutton his jeans and slide them down his legs, his cock hard and ready beneath his briefs. Sitting up, I slip my fingers into the gray waistband of his underwear and pull them down, letting his cock spring free. I grip his shaft with both hands. Looking up at him through my lashes, I flick the tip of his head with my tongue. He hisses as if the simple touch is enough to make him lose control. Smiling, I sink him into my mouth, sucking and loving his salty taste. His hand falls to my head, tangling in my hair.
“Yeah, just like that,” he groans, and I suck harder, never breaking eye contact. He tenses, his mouth parting.
“You’re gonna make me cum.” He takes a step back, his hardness slipping from my mouth. “Jesus, how’d you learn to suck dick like that?” He shakes his head, kicking off his boots, tossing his bottoms to the other side of the living room. I lay back on the couch and spread my legs for him. Sauntering across the room, he hovers over me, placing one knee on the edge of the couch. My legs spread and feet in the air, he positions himself between my thighs. He licks his palm and strokes his cock. He’s so sexy, his body so hard and full of muscle. My core throbs, pooling with needy heat, ready for him. He places one hand above my head on the arm of the couch and pushes himself inside me. I inhale when he fills me, my eyes fluttering. Slowly, he thrusts, and my mouth parts from the pleasure. His body flexes and ass cheeks clench as he fucks me, his eyes glazed while staring down at me with hot intensity. The couch squeaks and rocks as he slowly brings me up, my body rising and clit throbbing. Gyrating my hips and running my hands through his hair, my eyes roll into the back of my head from the pleasure spreading through my limbs.
Faster.
Harder.
I’ve never had sex like this. It’s never been like this. I’ve felt so needy or desperate for someone before. “I needed you.” Agonizing desire drips from his confession.
“Oh, Godric,” I moan. Grabbing both of my breasts, I arch my back and combust. Moaning loudly, my eyes clench shut. I come so hard, my body trembles and shakes until I feel like liquid. He grunts, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he comes seconds behind me.
“Are you purring?”
“Am I what?” I ask, breathless.
Godric lifts his head form the crook of my neck, finding the black devil himself laying on the back of the couch watching us.
“Bats, get out of here!” I shoo him away, but he just smacks back at me. “Asshole.”
Scooting over on the couch, Godric lays next to me, our bodies sweaty and warm. I reach for the blanket folded on the back and pull it over us. Silence fills the room, along with the smell of sweat and sex. His head on my chest, I run my fingers through his hair, petting him. Who knew my murderous lover could be so cuddly?
“When we buried Bellamy, I swear I saw you by a tree. Was it you?” He breaks the silence.
My hand pauses. It was me. I wanted to pay my respects and see Godric, but I wasn’t ready. He wasn’t either. I had just gotten the job at the diner and still needed to get on my feet before falling headfirst into whatever this is with him.
“Yeah, it was me.”
“You looked so sexy in black.” He nips at my tit, making me hiss.
“I wanted to walk over and hold you but…I just felt like I shouldn’t,” I try to explain, but it’s hard. That day, the cold rain pelting into my skin, I felt as if a bubble was around Godric and his family, one where I was not welcomed. It was a private moment.
“When I was with Richard, it was because I didn’t know anybody else and had nowhere to go. I guess I settled without really knowing I had until he left me. Then Damian took over me like an object, and then you locked me up—I just needed to get out and prove to myself I could live on my own, that I was capable of doing everything on my own without having someone support me,” I explain. “If I had stayed, I’m not sure if it would have been because I really wanted to.” He doesn’t respond, and I flick my gaze to his, his face expressionless.