Page 65 of Polly

He pressed his body against hers and kissed her. A deep, passionate, claiming kiss that left no doubt, Flynn considered her his. Over and over, for what seemed like hours, they kissed each other. “So lucky,” he murmured.

His cock pressed against her folds through their underwear, and he rocked slowly against her. They both groaned.

Polly wrapped her legs around Flynn and pulled him closer. She sucked his bottom lip and ran her hands through his hair.

Flynn broke the kiss and looked at her, panting. He brought his hand up and traced her kiss-swollen lips.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too.”

Flynn stepped off the bed and gripped her panties. He tugged them down her legs and pulled them off. He dropped them on the floor, and his boxers went next.

Before Polly knew it, Flynn pressed over her again, his warmth nestled against hers. She wrapped her legs around him and his cock nudged her entrance.

He ran his nose up her neck and sucked her earlobe into his mouth. He flicked and massaged it with his tongue. She shivered.

She pulled her nails down his back, and he made a groan of appreciation. He kissed along her jawline, then devoured her lips — desperate licks, sucks, and nibbles that drove them both wild.

“I love you,” he murmured against her lips as he pushed his cock a few inches into her. He pulled back and thrust again, this time fully seating himself.

“Oh fuck. I love you, too,” she said.

He made love to her. Slow, deep, rhythmic thrusts. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him close as their sweat-slicked bodies moved together. They moaned and panted for what seemed like hours, not able to get close enough despite being joined but enjoying every moment of trying.

“Oh, yes,” she breathed. She pulled her nails down his back and he gave a throaty groan. She felt the beginnings of an orgasm pulse around him. “Perfect.”

He trailed kisses down her chest. When he sucked her nipple into his mouth and tugged, she lost it. She moaned loudly and pulsed around him in the strongest orgasm of her life.

“Fuck,” he murmured. He pressed hard into her and spilled his come deep inside her. “You feel so good.”

He wrapped his hands around her hips and rolled. He flipped them so that he laid on his back and she rested on top of him, his cock still firmly wedged in her.

She sat up and smiled at him from her seated position on his cock.

“What?” he asked with a smile, holding her hips with his hands.

Slowly, she rolled her hips. Flynn was still hard inside her.

He grinned. “Fuck yeah.”

“Can you go again?”

He nodded. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Polly rocked her hips and rode Flynn. Her hips bucked against him and he drove up into her. Flynn’s hands slid up her sides and found her breasts. He teased her nipples, and she threw her head back and rode him harder. He closed his eyes and pleasure washed over his face. “Oh yeah, Polly.” They moaned and fucked until they both orgasmed again.

They both breathed hard as she tucked herself beside him on the bed. He wrapped his arm around her and rested his head against hers. The urge to turn over and sleep nagged her post-sex brain.

“Sex always makes me sleepy. I want to make the most of the day with you, though,” she said. “I don’t want to nap.”

Flynn chuckled and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “It’s okay if you need to sleep.”

She shook her head. “No, I want to make the most of my time with you.”

“It’s okay if you nap. I understand. You have a show tonight. Plus, the bands’ tours are almost over so pretty soon you’ll move in with me and we’ll get to see each other constantly.”

She laughed. “I want to stay up. And I never said I’m moving in with you.”

Flynn smiled as if it were a foregone conclusion. “You will.” He kissed her.

They spent the rest of the day pumped up on caffeine and energy drinks. They had a leisurely day together, where they watched TV, played trivia together on their phones, and made love.

Polly walked onstage that night exhausted but happy, high on her unexpected time with Flynn. Lovely Oblivion played a fantastic show, then, when it was over, Polly crashed into her hotel bed and slept soundly, comforted because the sheets still smelled like Flynn.

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