Page 130 of That First Flight

“Is this what you wanted, dragonfly? Me, on my knees for you?” I press another kiss right to the soft spot on her thigh between her legs. “Worshiping you like the queen you are?”

Macey blows out a shaky exhale as I press a final kiss to her pussy that’s still soaked from how hard I made her come just moments ago.

“Yes. God, yes.” She throws her head back while she holds herself up right using her hands behind me. Her nipples perk up at the sensation of my mouth on her most sensitive spot. As much as I want to devour her with my tongue right now, I need to be inside of her. I need to feel connected to her on another level.

I rise from my knees and hover over her body, forcing her back to fall to the bed. I crash my lips to hers and realize quickly that I would actually die if I didn’t have this mouth on mine every day for the rest of my life.

Everything in me shifts with that realization.

My movements over her slow because I don’t just want to fuck Macey Evans.

I want everything with her. A life with her. A future with her.

“Baby,” I whisper against her lips. “I’m dying to be inside of you. But I can’t…” I choke on my own words. Because there’s so much more I want to tell her. “I need it to be slow.”

Macey’s eyes bounce between mine for one, two, three heartbeats, a silent understanding between us that I want this time to be more. I don’t want it to be rough and demanding the way it’s been so far with us.

She reaches up and kisses me again. Soft and sweet. Nothing demanding about this one. Confirmation for me that she feels this too.

My arms cage the side of her head as I rest on my elbows and Macey uses one arm to wrap around my neck and the other to reach between us. The contact of her hand around my cock causes me to buck into her hand. She guides my cock to her slick entrance and I groan at the feel of her coating me bare.

She releases me and now has both of her arms wrapped around my neck. She gives me a small nod to tell me she’s ready. I take my time pushing inside of her. Pulling back with every inch before I drive in, giving her more with each thrust.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock.”

“Oliver,” she whimpers under me, and with one last thrust I’m fully inside of her. Her back arches off the bed with a gasp and her thighs grip my hips. “That's… oh my god.”

I pick up my pace, jerking my hips with small thrusts and it only takes a few minutes before I feel her pulsing around me. I link my fingers with hers and lift our hands, using the momentum to drive in and out of her. My movements quicken with each thrust because nothing in the world compares to her.

“Your pussy was made for me, Macey. Tell me this is all mine.”

“It’s all yours,” she pants, clawing at my back as if she can’t get close enough to me. “I’m all yours, Oliver.”

“Say my name again, baby,” I beg.

“Oliver. Oh my god, Oliver,” Macey repeats over and over again.

My name on her lips makes me move faster. I bring myself back to my elbows and dive into her neck, pressing a kiss to the bounding pulse in her neck as her hands grip my hair.

“Baby, I—”

I love you.

I want to say it, but if I say it right now, she might think I’m saying it in the heat of the moment. I want her to know I really mean it.

“I know, Oliver,” she moans louder.

I don’t know if that means she already knows how I feel or she can feel the intensity between us right now. But either way, Iknowshe can feel this too.

She pushes me off her chest and forces me to slow my movements and pull out of her.

“What?” I start, but she’s already moving to flip me to my back. She climbs on top of me, with both legs straddling my hips as she lines herself up again. She moves as slow as I did just moments ago and sinks lower and lower onto my shaft.

“Fuuuck.” I melt as I watch my length disappear inside of her. “I love when you take control.”

Macey laughs before she starts to grind against my cock. Her hands that were just gripping my chest fly to her hair. I watch as she rides me like she’s a rodeo champion in some kind of bull riding ring.

I don’t know jack shit about what it’s really called but that’s what it looks like she’s doing right now. Her messy hair in her hands as she picks up the pace. She’s moving for her pleasure and I’d gladly give it to her.

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