Page 114 of Killer Kiss

That was all I needed to hear.

That we’d both been careful in the past, so now we didn’t have to be. I thrust up inside her, mind blown at how different it felt to have a woman like this, no barriers between us.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, digging her heels into the carpet beneath us and using that leverage to rise and fall on my dick.

The single shitty light outside filtered through my broken blinds, and I was so grateful for every beam that kissed her skin. She writhed on top of me, meeting my thrusts with downward pressure that made us both gasp.

She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, her high, perfect tits in my face, her rounded hips in my hands. I sought out her mouth, time and time again, needing her lips, my heart squeezing every time she whispered that she loved me.

Because fuck, I loved her.

Wanted her.

I rolled her onto her back, hovering over her, my weight on my forearms, but needing to see her face when she came.

She reached between us, her fingers finding that little bundle of nerves at the junction of her thighs.

“Rub, sweetheart,” I said into her ear. “Like I would.”

She moaned, starting up a gentle touch that mimicked the tempo I was thrusting into her with. Her eyes rolled back each time I ground my pubic bone against her, making sure that even though I gave it to her slow, I gave it to her hard.

“Oh!” she cried, the first flutters of her orgasm setting off something inside me too.

I wouldn’t let them take hold, though, determined to fuck her slowly and for as long as I could.

We moved like that for as long as we could stand it. She came, her inner walls tightening in on me, but I managed to hold out until she came a second time, and then, there was no holding it back.

My balls ached with the desperate need to come inside her. To let my orgasm whip through my body, obliterating anything that wasn’t lust and need for this woman who I’d never seen coming.

She cried out my name, her hair wild around her from thrashing through two orgasms, her fingernail marks in my skin, each one the perfect reminder of how much I fucking loved her.

She dragged me down so my weight was fully on top of her, her big eyes staring straight into mine.

Her name was a breathless sound of need on my lips when I finally let go. I drove myself inside her, her pussy clamping and spasming around me, drawing out every inch of pleasure.

I came hard, whispering that I loved her.

That I’d stay.

Forever for her.

Always fucking for her.

32

OPHELIA

Irolled over as quietly as possible, slipping out from beneath the blankets without disturbing them too much, and held my breath in the hopes the mattress wouldn’t squeak.

Augie’s warm fingers caught my bare hip, his eyes still closed. “Where exactly do you think you’re going?” he asked, voice still groggy with sleep.

“I need food. And a shower. And clothes.”

“I’ll help you with the first two, but you do not need clothes.” He tugged me back down onto the bed, his thick arm banded around my waist. His breathing almost instantly evened out into the steady, rhythmic breaths of sleep, and I marveled at the fact he could just drop off like that.

While I spent half the night worrying.

I lifted his arm. “I haven’t worn clothes in almost two days, Aug. I need to go home.”

---