“Bastian...” I whimpered, wrapping my legs around his and trying again. He kept me just on the edge of getting what I wanted. “Please...”
I was going insane. Literally insane with want. Desire was melting my brain and the only cure was to have him inside of me.
He smiled, inching forward, but the same need that was driving me mad was written all over his face as well. His arms trembled and I knew it wasn't from holding himself above me. It was taking everything he had to make me wait.
With a slow, smooth stroke, he gasped and gave me what we both wanted. I curled my fingers into the couch, needing to hold onto something as he took my body. He thrust deeper, claiming me for himself and making me cry out for more.
I rotated my hips, taking him deeper yet. My name crossed his lips in a ragged breath that drove me wild. For every thrust, I matched him, meeting his movements in a dance that was growing faster and more insistent with every beat. A low flutter in the pit of my stomach started to stir, heating me from my toes up.
I needed every inch of him. I needed to be filled with him to the brim and then to overflow.
Bastian's breaths came in fast pants, his face lined with concentration. He pulled my hands into his and raised them over my head, levering into me with such heat and power that I forgot how to breathe. The pleasure coiled and undulated through me, tightening in my belly and in the tips of my breasts until I couldn't separate out the points of pleasure anymore.
His arms shook against me as he struggled for control. He was trying to hold back, but that was the last thing I wanted. I wanted him to lose control, to free himself in me. I arched harder, pressing my hips up to meet his in a rhythm I knew we couldn't sustain for long. I wanted what came next more than anything in the world, except to maybe stay right here on the cusp of heaven with him forever.
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Fisting one hand in my hair and holding my wrists above my head with the other, Bastian buried his face in the crook of my neck and shuddered as he whispered my name. My body clenched around his, not wanting to let him escape and pulling me along with him as he came. I lost myself to his pleasure, spinning and shaking with him into heaven.
After a few moments, face still pressed to my skin, I felt him slow and finally take a breath. It was shaky and ragged, as I knew my own breathing to be. I had never experienced anything like that before. Never anything that intense or powerful. No one had ever gotten me to climax with them, but Bastian had taken me there as naturally as breathing.
He raised his head, a wolfish grin spreading across his face. My heart clenched, loving the way he looked at me, so satisfied and full of ownership. I loved the way he wanted me. Desired me. Claimed me as his.
I grinned back, gasping for air and covered in sweat. He nibbled on my shoulder, tasting the salt of my sweat.
“You completely undo me,” he whispered. I made a pleased noise and stretched out my neck to give him more skin to work with. It felt wonderful. “How do you do that?”
“Do what?” I asked as he nuzzled my collarbone.
“Turn me on so completely that I can't control myself,” he replied. He kissed my throat right where my pulse was beating out his name. “I wanted to make that last, but I couldn't stop as soon as I started. I can't control myself with you.”
“It was perfect,” I told him, and meaning it. He pulled back and looked at me. His eyes were vibrant blue around his pupils that then lightened into gray. They were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was difficult not to just stare into them and forget everything. “Perfect.”
His face melted into a smile just before he leaned forward and kissed me. His five-o'clock shadow was rough on my lips, but I wouldn't have stopped kissing him even if he had been made of sandpaper. I loved the way he tasted far too much to stop.
He pulled back just as his stomach grumbled against mine. His brow came together as he looked down at the offending noise and I couldn't help but giggle.
“Good thing I brought you some food,” I told him.
“Yes,” he said slowly, looking me up and down with a wolfish, hungry grin. The way he was gazing at me had me forgetting about food entirely. I was heating again with just the intensity of his gaze. “That means I don't have to take a break to run downstairs.”
I knew now I would never be able to get enough of him. Instead of quelling my need for him, this had only whetted my appetite. Now, my body knew just how amazing he could make me feel and I would never want to stop. I licked my lips, ready for more. Ready for a whole night of more.
And judging from the way he was looking at me, so was he.
Sunrise Kisses: Chapter 18
I was surrounded by masculine strength and I didn't want to move. This is the way to wake up, I thought, snuggling a little bit deeper into Bastian's arms. I was fairly certain I had died and gone to heaven. Or at least, my version of heaven included my back pressed firmly against Bastian's front in all our naked glory.
“Good morning, sleepy-head,” Bastian whispered, his breath tickling the small hairs on my neck.
I rolled over and opened my eyes, finding myself positive I was in heaven. A blue-gray heaven that shone with affection for me. “Definitely a good morning.”
He smiled, lighting up the room. “It's almost dawn. Would you like to join me out on the water today?”
I bit my lip. I wanted to so badly, but I didn't want to ruin his morning ritual either. “I don't know how to paddle-board,” I reminded him gently.
“I'll teach you,” he promised, kissing the tip of my nose. I chewed my lip for a moment, but his smile never wavered. He wanted to teach me and, truth be told, I would have learned how to hang-glide on paper mache if he wanted.