Chapter Fifteen

It wasn’t as if I hadn’twanted sex before in my life. There were many sweaty make out sessions in my history. But when it came down to finishing things off, taking that irrevocable step, it had always felt too far. As if allowing someone into my body like that meant so much more than the physical act of making love.

Here, with Fin, I realized why. He stared down at me as if I was the most perfect person he’d ever seen in his life. Not through beer goggles or the filter of lies we’d told each other in the hopes they would keep us together. He knew my secrets, my shames, even my weaknesses.

Weaknesses I’d spent a lot of time tucking away from sight.

“Stop thinking so hard,” he whispered in my ear, each syllable laced with longing as he settled between my thighs.

I gasped at the sensation of his cock pressed there. “I’m trying not to. You’re doing an excellent job... of the things... you’re doing.”

He chuckled and ran his lips along the curve of my ear, top to bottom.

Oh, Gods! It felt so good.

How could something so small start such a huge cascade of pleasure through me? It took me entirely too long to realize the bond was to blame. Every sensation he sent down the link multiplied as it poured over me. I felt it for myself as he moved his mouth, and I felt his reaction to my reaction.

I turned his face to mine and used his lips to quell the chuckle threatening to tumble out of me. He teased my lips with his own, tiny nudges, each one a little deeper, a little more steeped in the yearning pouring between us. I gasped as he brought his hand up, cupping the back of my head, using his fingers to tip and guide me further against his mouth.

When his tongue parted my lips and swept inside, I didn’t bother to staunch the groan. It slipped out of me as the taste of cinnamon skated across my senses. Coffee followed. It wasn’t an artful kiss; My fingers pulled on the strands of his hair, the other hand clutched his back, digging in to hold him tight.

I couldn’t do anything but cling to him. Every movement he made, my body followed unbidden. I matched the subtle tilt of his hips into my own, igniting a firestorm in both of us.

“Please,” I whispered, looking up into his glowing eyes.

“Who knew all it took was one kiss to get you to beg,” he teased.

I tugged on his hair for that comment, and the hiss of his inhale shot through me. My clit throbbed in time with my pounding heart, and I didn’t know how much foreplay I would be able to endure. Not when I wanted to shove his pants down and fit all that hard heat in my hands.

It occurred to me I could do exactly that. Touch him anyway I liked. I used my magic to shove him off my body. He lifted above me, his hands flat against the mat under us. Cold air swirled between the gap, washing us both down with reality.

I needed him as much as I needed to breathe right now. As much as I needed food, or sleep, or hell... even coffee.

“What are you doing?”

I reached for the tie of his sweatpants, taking my time to stare down the hard, solid length of his torso. His skin was pale like mine, but his muscles were defined, chiseled in smooth perfection.

“Playing.”

After I slipped the bow loose, I shoved the fabric over his thighs, far enough down that I could catch the material with my feet and shove them off his legs. He stared down at me in amusement.

I got my first look at the long, hard length of him. Damn. It was better than I’d imagined. And I’d taken to imagining the way my hand would fit around him many times.

“I like you much better naked,” I said.

“Better than what?” he asked as I smoothed my palm down his shaft to cup his balls.

I took my time rolling them gently with my fingers before massaging back up to the crown of his dick. “Better than anything else. In fact, you should just stay naked all the time. No one in the house would complain. Hell, you could call it a bonus and put it in employment contracts.”

That made him chuckle until I squeezed him gently. “Your turn now.”

He came down on the mat beside me and twisted me to straddle him. Then he spoke one word in faerie that I didn’t understand. Magic rolled over me and my clothes lay in a neat pile beside the mats, folded perfectly.

My aching bare pussy now pressed along his rigid length. Because I couldn’t help myself, I rocked forward, sliding some of my arousal along his length. He reached out and cupped my thighs, dragging me into his body as he pushed forward.

“I wanted to do so many things before we got here, but I don’t think I’ll be able to wait,” he whispered, urgently.

He leaned up, capturing my face in his hands, and took my mouth. His lips seized control of me, body and spirit. I let him have all of me, let him cup my cheeks in his hands and hold me tight against him.

It wasn’t just lust rolling down our bond now but contentment, desire, safety. I belonged to Fin now, and hopefully he would cherish me as I would him.

I pulled away from his lips, shoving off his chest. “Are you going to keep teasing me?”

The corner of his mouth tipped up in a rakish grin. “Obviously, I enjoy it. Besides, I want you so wet by the time I slip inside you, you won’t feel anything but pleasure.”

I blinked down at him, confused, and remembered all over again that I’d never done this before. Not this whole rod A in slot B situation. It made my hands falter. He tucked me tight against him and rolled us over on the mat to return to the cradle of my thighs.

He nudged my knees farther apart with his own.

This is it. It’s really happening.

He dipped his head to press a kiss to my sternum, moving his beautiful penis further and further from where I needed it.

“Excuse me, where are you going?” I whined, arching into him.

As his face came level with my pussy, he took a moment to just look at me. Then he gave me another devastatingly cocky grin. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

He closed his mouth over my clit and gave it a little suck. I thought my soul would fly out of my body and disappear into little particles. After the initial touch of his mouth, he used his fingers to part my body, pulling me open so he could slide his tongue from my opening to my clit in one smooth flat lathe.

Another noise came out of me, a grunt and a moan at the same time. I smacked my hands over my mouth in embarrassment.

He tugged them back down. “Don’t ever feel embarrassed for that. I’m going to dream about that noise for the rest of my life.”

As if trying to prove it to me, he gave my clit another lick before dragging the swollen bud between his lips and sucking again. I arched off the floor, grabbing his head in my hands to stabilize myself. It wasn’t long before I held on to him for the connection, and to make it easier to grind up against him.

When my orgasm crept up, I clamped my thighs around his ears, holding on to him, not wanting him to stop. He pulled away from my wet skin. His mouth was pink and shiny from my body, and it sent another flood of arousal through me. Even more so, the sated and dazed look on his face as he stared up at me.

“Please,” I said as I tugged him toward me. “I’ll beg all day long if that’s your kink just get up here and fuck me.”

He smiled and climbed up my body. When his cock pressed at my entrance, sliding over me slick and hot, I gasped and arched up into him.

His eyes glowed brighter now; his hands clutched me so tight it bordered on pain.

“I can’t wait any longer. Can I... Do you want...” His words faltered and I realized he was asking me if I wanted to have sex with him. It was sexy and considerate and turned me on even more.

I nodded frantically, not trusting actual words for fear of him leaving me unfulfilled and aching.

He shuddered above me, as if he’d prepared himself for me to tell him no. I started this mess. If he didn’t hurry up and finish it, I was about to roll him onto his back and take my own damn virginity.

The wide crown of his cock nudged my entrance. I tensed underneath him until he notched himself against my body and waited.

Second by torturous second, he eased himself into me. When he was a few inches inside me, my body felt full and stretched tight around him. It hurt, but I’d expected it to, and I appreciated his control to keep things slow to start.

As the stinging burn at my core edged into something needier, achier, I wrapped my hands around his ass intending to urge him to come into me harder.

He maintained the slow and steady pace until I writhed underneath him for more.

“You’re fucking killing me,” I breathed. “If you don’t start moving soon, I’m not going to let you be on top anymore.”

I arched up so I could catch his earlobe between my teeth, and he rewarded me with a loud hiss along my collarbones. As much as I appreciated the mental strength he displayed being careful with me, I wanted to see all that careful control stripped away. To find the animal underneath. Oh, he was in there alright. The filthy sensations he screamed down the bond at me told me he wanted nothing more than to roll me on my belly and pound into me until the hot ropes of his cum marked my skin.

My body grew wetter around his, but he held onto the slow, even pace he’d set for us.

I couldn’t take it anymore. “It’s adult swim time, love. Out of the pool.”

He jerked his gaze to mine, all confusion and dopey pleasure.

I used my fae magic, wrapping a little cocoon of air around our bodies to lift and spin us, leaving me on top and him on bottom. It took me a moment to figure things out as the new position didn’t quite work with the old one.

The magic dissipated leaving him flat on his back, a stunned expression on his face, and me straddling him completely impaled on his beautiful thick cock.

He reached out and cupped his hands around my hips. “I don’t know what just happened, but I was trying to be careful, patient.”

I patted his chest and leaned forward to pull myself up along his shaft. He sucked in a gulp of air.

“I appreciate your commitment to not causing me any pain, but that slow roll was a little like torture. Let’s see if you can handle my pace now.”

His eyes flew wide as I settled back down, my ass meeting his balls. There was a lingering soreness I knew I would feel later, but it added a slight edge to the pleasure spiking through me. I loved the delicious way his body fit to mine, and how my carefully controlled fae prince was unraveling underneath me with each arch of my hips.

There was power in this. On both sides. I loved how his eyes flew wide with every movement, and how he flexed his fingers into the fleshiest part of my hips and ass to keep from hurting me. I could feel how much he wanted to use me, drag my body into his until we were both sated.

I leaned down, resting my breasts against his chest, tracing his full lips with my hungry gaze. “I want you to take my hips in your hands and use me to ride you. Do it hard like you know we both want.”

His answering growl surprised me, but also woke something inside me, something deep and primal I’d been waiting to let loose.

“Aren’t you supposed to be a virgin?” he said. “What is happening right now?”

I kept myself draped over him and grazed my teeth down his chest to suck on his flat little nipple. “I may have been a virgin, but I’m not dead, and you, naked underneath me, makes me want to make up for years of celibacy.”

He grabbed my hips tighter and not so much as lifted me up but slid me backward, angling so his cock rubbed right across my sensitive clit. I sucked in a breath and dug my nails into his chest to anchor myself.

The look on his face, the sheer need rolling over me with each of his thrusts, sent me straight toward orgasm. It took mere seconds for my body to coil toward it, rushing headlong as he pounded into me from below. It wasn’t gentle, and I would have bruises, but right now I didn’t care as long as he went harder, deeper, faster.

He groaned, his pace faltering. “I’m going to come. How close are you?”

I didn’t answer as my orgasm ripped through me. I could only hang onto him and pray he would catch me as I fell through it. I rocked into him, trying to drag it out.

The pleasure rushed through me, filling the dark spaces in my body with light and heat. He matched me stroke for erratic stroke, before finally clutching my body to his so tight it hurt as his hip bones dug into my thighs.

It was the whisper that came out of him at the end, “Zoey”, spoken in reverence and awe, that reshaped me.

I lay across his chest, little pink crescents from my nails in his skin. He didn’t seem to care though as he resettled his knees and clutched me tighter into him. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air.

I wiggled in his hold, my body already lighting up, ready to go again. I leaned back just enough to brace my chin onto his pec. “Let me know when you’re ready for round two.”

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