Page 83 of Flawless

Pushing my hands between our bodies, I unfasten my button and then begin wiggling out of my shorts.

As we turn onto our sides and face one another, his hands grips and caresses my ass before working their way up my back, tickling my spine.

“I thought we said we weren’t doing this for a while,” I say.

“It’s been a while,” he grumbles against my lips.

“Has it?”

Pulling back, his eyes flash with heat, and he grabs my hand.

“Feel me, Dani. Does it feel like I can wait any longer?”

Smirking, I grab his hand in return and place it between my thighs. “Does it feel like I am waiting?”

He groans and shoves me onto my back before he reaches into the back pocket of his shorts and removes his wallet. I watch as he grabs a condom and sheaths himself.

We’ve never discussed him not using a condom, but when we were together before, I always made him use one. He didn’t like it, but I didn’t give him an option. He thought it was for my protection but what he didn’t know was that it was for his.

When he slides into me, I feel so complete, and for the first time, I realize how much I’ve missed him connecting with me like this since we decided to wait. Large hands move over my breasts, teasing my nipples until they’re so hard they ache.

As he moves in and out of me, his hands are replaced on my breasts by his mouth. His tongue lights me on fire and stirs in me an unquenchable desire, a desire that lets me know that I will only ever want him and no other.

Arching my back and thrusting my hips upward, I moan, “I only want you, Z. I love you so much.”

Those words seem to spur him on as he picks up his speed, and his thrusts become more powerful, more invasive, and cause me to cry out loudly.

My hands rake over his back, and I furl my hands into fists to prevent from scratching him. I’ve never been territorial, and I don’t believe that I need to do all that to claim him. But I’m struggling right now because he has me feeling so good that I can barely stand it.

Zenon’s mouth moves from my breast to my neck, over my shoulder, and then to my lips. Slowly, I drag my hands up his back to cup the back of his head, pinning him to my mouth and sealing our kiss, unable to pull apart.

“Dani,” he grunts in a ragged voice that seems to be torn from somewhere deep within.

“Yes, Z?”

“I don’t want you to go. Don’t leave me again, baby. Losing you might kill me.”

Tears flow down my face, and I nod. “I feel the same way.”

“I don’t care about what you’ve done, what’s been done to you, or how you may have hurt me. Just love me now. Stay with me in the present,” he grunts with each thrust.

“Okay,” I whimper, welcoming him deeper into my body and giving him my heart as his home.

“Promise?” he asks, staring gravely into my eyes.

“God, yes, I promise,” I cry out as I release my orgasm all down him.

“Thank you,” he mutters against my lips.

When Zenon finally releases, he covers my mouth with his so that I can help him drown his thunderous roar.

We’re lying there kissing and moaning when we hear footsteps out in the front of the cottage.

Zenon panics, jumping from the bed and grabbing his shorts. As he stumbles into them, I’m hopping around, looking for my tank top and shorts.

I kick my discarded panties underneath the bed as a knock sounds at my door.

“Fuck,” Zenon mouths.

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