Page 60 of The Passion

I pound into her like I have been starved for a lifetime of being with her. The moment I pushed into her, it felt like I was home, and there is another feeling that has been nudging into my head since that night in Australia that I’m just not prepared to admit to myself yet. But I know the more our skin slaps together that I can’t ignore it. This woman may have come barging into my life, picking me up in a bar and not afraid to ask for what she wanted, but she didn’t explain that night that what she was truly after was my heart.

“Harder, I want it all.” Fuck, this woman. I’m not holding back, but if she wants more then I’ll make sure she gets it.

Pulling out, I swiftly rise onto my knees as her legs fall to the bed, but they aren’t about to stay there. Picking her ass up and hooking her legs over my arms, I thrust as hard as I can into her suspended in the air. The angle is perfect to go as deep as I can, and from the scream she just let out, I know it’s what she wanted.

“Yes, God yes… so… good…” I love listening to her struggling to speak when she is nearing her peak.

“This is what you are missing. I want you so desperately.” The words spill out of me as I completely lose control. My right hand moves to where we are joined, and as I watch her face, I start rubbing her clit firmly, and she explodes beneath me. But I’m not satisfied that is enough for her. Holding my thumb down on her hard nub while she is coming all over my cock, I continue to fuck her as hard as I can, barely holding onto my own orgasm. Because I want her to fall into that space with another orgasm where she is floating and has totally let go of all that is weighing on her. I know I can’t take it away, but I can give her a small moment of peace in that elusive sub space she is craving from me. Even if she hasn’t said it, her body shows me what she craves.

“Oh, I… oh, yes… oh… Flynn… you…” Her pleading is for me to take her over the edge in her muddle of words.

I know she needs a heightened sensation, one that will push her to the point of ecstasy, and so that she won’t know how to stop the next orgasm from barreling through her body like an explosion. I have never taken her here, but the forbidden feeling for both of us is electric as I swirl my middle finger over her tight little puckered rose on her ass.

The sensation sends her spiraling, and the roar I scream out as I can’t hold back either. Both of us coming so hard. Her eyelids flutter, and her body goes limp in my arms as my body is still jerking and trembling from my own release.

I might not be able to say the words, but my body is showing her the best I can how I feel. I just hope it’s enough because I have a feeling that we are on a rough journey that is only going to get worse before it gets better.

FELISHA

Warmth and pleasure are running through me like I’ve never felt before.

What is this man doing to me? Every time I think he takes me to a place of wonder, but the next time, I find there is another level. I’m not sure my body will be able to cope if there is anything higher than this moment.

“My beautiful precious one.” His soft tone is so tender it’s like wrapping a blanket around me and holding me tight.

I’m floating, and even though it won’t last, the peacefulness is beautiful.

But it doesn’t take long. The buzz is wearing off, and I feel myself coming back into the room. Eyes opening, I see Flynn lying on his side next to me, and I can sense his arm across my body and his leg wrapped in mine, and it all feels just perfect.

“Hi.” The smoothness of his voice has goosebumps easing up my arms.

“Hi,” I reply, and it’s like we are now in our own little bubble together. The heated frenzy of those first few moments of seeing each other are gone and now the calmness of being together has fallen over the room.

“Missed you.” Leaning down, he kisses my forehead like he always does when he is being tender.

“I could tell.” My little schoolgirl giggle falls from me. The one that only Flynn has ever brought out in me.

“I don’t think it was one-sided.” His fingers move in soft little circles on my skin.

“What gave that away?” There is no use denying it. The moment I stepped in that door I latched onto him, and we didn’t stop for air until now.

“Well, you’re naked and glowing with a pretty sheen of sweat, aren’t you?” He smiles at how proud of that he is.

“Ughh, is this where you are about to gloat?”

“No. No need for that. Plus, I’m not finished, the night is young.” And before I can answer, Flynn’s hand takes my cheek and pulls my face toward him. He kisses me around my mouth, his lips plump and a little rough on the edges from his stubble. He kisses in different spots until he has covered my whole mouth, and it’s the most delectable slow kiss that ramps up the passion to another level.

Things are changing between us. I can feel the shift, but there is also an undercurrent that I can’t pinpoint. It may be my guilt at keeping things from him or that I’m reading into something that isn’t there. Either way, although we are growing so close, he is the air I breathe, and whatever is holding us both back will hopefully disappear once we sort out my life. Who would have ever thought one of the most put-together women of English high society is really such a complete mess behind closed doors. But I’m glad it’s Flynn that gives me the space and confidence to be that woman who can bare her soul in my raw and honest way and there is no judgment, only care. I almost said love, but we aren’t there yet, well, I don’t think he is, and I’m not going to be the one to lay my heart out for fear of it being completely broken when it already has so many chips and cuts in it. There is only so much one organ can take.

The kiss becomes more, and within seconds, I can feel him hard against my thigh, and this time I want to be the one to bring him to the point of euphoria where he is beyond control. Breaking the kiss, I push him gently so he is lying on his back, and the grin on his face lets me know he is ready to play.

One of the things I love about being with Flynn is that our sex is hot, serious, hard, playful, and so many other things, so that every time it’s different. My head is screaming at me that I haveused that L word again, and I’m kidding myself if I can’t accept that if gave my heart the chance to fall that I would be madly in love with Flynn. But I’m the one putting the barrier up to make sure I don’t fall off the cliff, or to be honest, run and take the leap.

“My turn to drive you fucking wild.” I spring up with extra energy that I didn’t have before and straddle his thighs. I make sure I’m not touching his cock because I want to make him be the one begging for once.

“You do that every day, baby, but it’s just tonight I’m in a position to do something about it.”

“Ah-ah. You don’t get to do anything unless I let you.” Leaning down, I start to slowly kiss my way up his stomach, licking the lines of his rock-solid abs. I hear his breathing start to elevate again and the groan that he is trying to contain but can’t when I lick and bite down gently on his nipple. His hands, set softly on my waist, start to slide up my sides.

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