I pulled up my Sent folder and turned the screen to him. He read it, blinked, read it again. His eyes, tired but now bright with excitement, met mine.
“You mean that?”
I said the first thing that came to mind. “Duh.”
When he put his injured limb down I dropped to my knees and crawled between his spread thighs and let him take me in his arms. I kissed him, parting my lips to let his tongue rake over mine. “I’m sorry I missed that,” he said.
“I’m sorry you’re hurt,” I whispered against his neck. My nipples were tight with arousal and when I pressed against his chest, heat spread through me. I could feel his hard cock pressed to my belly and realized that I wanted him so badly it stole my breath.
“I’m not that hurt, Clara. I’d have to be dead to be that hurt.” He pulled my top off over my head and pushed my messy hair back to cup my face and kiss me once more. “I’d have be six feet under to be tha—”
“Hush up, Millen,” I sighed and popped my bra open. I was naked in moments and together we wrestled him free of his clothes.
I pushed my mouth to his, tasting his kiss, feeling his eyelids flutter and his lashes brush my cheeks. “How are we going to do this?” I laughed.
He helped me onto his lap so I straddled him, gripping my hips tight. “Like this.”
I lowered myself onto him slowly, to relish the moment. I let him fill me inch by inch until my chest buzzed with emotion and my vision clouded with unshed tears.
He brushed one away as it broke free. “Don’t cry,” he said.
“It’s a good cry,” I said but then I sucked in a great rush of air as he brushed a tender place inside me that made my whole body feel aflame.
“Good to know,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss my breast. Over the top, down the side, the very tip of my nipple. Finally he took that rosy knot of flesh in his mouth and sucked. The echoing tug of sensation filled my womb, and my cunt flexed up tight and eager around him.
“I’m coming,” I whispered as I did just that. His thrusts were lazy and easy and deep. That was all it took.
“So I feel,” he said, his voice thick with need.
I moved my hips from side to side as he held me. He kissed my throat and my lips, my shoulder and my collarbone. Any place he could meet my flesh with his lips, he did it. I rocked and rocked and rocked, grinding my clit to the base of his cock and kissed him deeply when I came again.
“Again,” I sighed.
“I noticed.”
He grinned and my heart broke—so happy and so scared in that one moment. That second of my life dripped with potential and joy. “I love you,” I said.
“I love you,” he answered. “And do you know what it does to me to hear you tell me that?”
“What?”
He wrapped his big arms around my waist tight and thrust up into me. Quick, rough thrusts that filled me over and over again so that it was hard to catch my breath.
“This,” he said, pushing his forehead to mine and emptying into me. The sensation brought me down to nothing but an urgent cry and a wildly beating heart. The feel of our coupling tore me down and built me up and made me feel strong.
“Your place or mine?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” We stayed locked in that embrace. Neither of us wanting to break the spell of what had just happened. My thighs trembled, my body giving off soft tics and pops of pleasure, continuing to milk his softening cock.
“The weatherman said blizzard,” I informed him. “He said to curl up with the one you love.” I pressed my lips to his temple, felt his pulse there.
“Ah, I see. Doesn’t matter, Clara. You choose. Because wherever you go I’ll follow. You’re stuck with me. I’m hooked on you.”
I knew just how he felt.
“How about my place? We’ll bring a bunch of your food though,” I laughed.
Matt nodded. “Why your place? Just curious.”
“I got something in the mail the other day I want to show you. Something you said you might be willing to let me…use on you one day.”
He cocked an eyebrow and my heart quickened.
“Do tell.”
I touched his mouth and he sucked on my finger. “I will. Don’t worry. Also…” I glanced around his house, stacks and stacks of moving boxes still cluttering the rooms. “I have actual furniture and stuff.”
He grabbed me tighter to him and growled, giving my collarbone a sharp love bite. “Smartass.”
I laughed, head thrown back, body shaking with it and I didn’t worry for a single second what I looked like. It was only about how good I felt.
About Sommer Marsden
Sommer Marsden writes from her cozy Baltimore home, which she shares with a very patient family and a chunky wiener dog. She’s widely published in the erotica genre. Her work has appeared in dozens of anthologies, multiple magazines and on numerous websites. When she’s not writing, you can find her haunting thrift stores, walking, drinking red wine and eating frozen blueberries. Often simultaneously. Visit Sommer at her blog, Smut Girl (www.smutgirl.blogspot.com), to keep up with her dirty ramblings and daily updates about her life of controlled chaos.
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