Page 58 of Refuge for Flora

His fingers tweaked her other bud and she groaned. “Barrett, please…”

His lips released her peak with apop!and he grinned. “You’re beautiful, know that?” he whispered as he slid down the length of her body, and he let his tongue trail down her abs until he reached the softness of her belly.

“What are you…”

Barrett lifted his face and grinned, a finger to his lips. “Shhhhh. You know what will happen if you scream.”

“Barrett, I’ve never?”

“Ohhh, you never should’ve said that to me, because I’m going to make sure you do.” She didn’t get a chance to say anything else before his face disappeared.

“Jesus, Barrett! Holy shit,” she whined and twisted her hips, but he held on. “My god… Oh, oh, hell. Oh, damn.”

He stopped for a few seconds and grinned up at her. “Pull my hair if you want. That turns me on almost as much as tasting you does.” And back he went.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Flora pulled his hair with one hand and he nipped at her little nub. Her hands found the rungs in the headboard of the little bed and she gripped it until she was sure her knuckles were white. She was growing frantic, a clawing sensation growing in her belly and a chill sweeping over her skin. A little more… a little more…

Flora plummeted over the edge, her hips writhing and belly shaking. Forget pulling his hair?both hands gripped the headboard and her back arched impossibly high as she fought to keep quiet. She wanted to tell him to stop, but she was afraid if she opened her mouth, she’d scream, so she bit her lip instead. Every muscle in her being went rigid, and every stroke of his tongue was like the strumming of a guitar’s strings, her entire being vibrating as he played her body like the finest of Stratocasters.

When he stopped, she could feel him moving about, but she was too spent to even look. She could still feel his warmth even though he wasn’t lying against her. One peek told her he was rolling on a condom, and seconds later, he was above her, his elbows braced on either side of her, his hands on her cheeks, his lips against hers, and she breathed him in. “Want me?” he whispered against her mouth.

Her voice was a low hiss. “Yessssss.”

“Tell me.”

“I want you.”

A low moan escaped his lips as he rubbed his hardness against the inside of her thigh. “Can you tell how badly I want you?”

“Not as badly as I want you.”

“How do you want it?”

Damn, she wanted him inside her! The aching between her legs was growing unbearable, and there was only one thing that would quell it. “I want you inside me. I want you hard and slow and, oh god, please, Barrett? Please?”

His next stroke rode straight up her slit and she whimpered, her hips thrusting upward to heighten the sensation. “You really do want it, don’t you?”

“I do. Now. Please?”

She could tell she surprised him when she reached between them and stroked up his length, her fingers wrapped tightly around his hardness. “Oh, yeah. I think youdowant it. Fuck, I need to be inside you.”

Flora lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, then tightened them to draw his pelvis toward her. “You want me?”

“Oh, girl, I want you more than you’ll ever know.” There wasn’t a spare moment for another word before he sank himself deep inside her.

Nothing in her life had prepared Flora for the way she craved Barrett. Nothing. His body was hard in all the right places, and his arms were strong as they wrapped around her. Instead of looming over her, he dropped his weight onto her, slid his hands down until they gripped her ass, and rocked his pelvis to stroke in and out of her softness. She could feel his lips as he whispered into her hair, “Mine. You’re mine. Is that want you want, babe?”

“Yes. Oh, god, yes. More than anything.” She loved it, his weight on her, the strength of his hands, the warmth of his skin. More than anything, she loved the way he made her feel, like she was worth something, like she was pretty and desirable. When she was with him, she felt cared for and protected. No man had ever made her feel that way. Never. She wanted to be his for as long as he’d have her.

But her thoughts gave way to the need in her body, and she could feel it all building, growing, expanding, until she groaned and clamped down on his hardness, her hips rocking toward him. In an instant, he was above her, stroking into her like a man on a mission, his breathing growing raspy and labored. “Damn, Flora. Damn, damn, damn. I’m trying so hard to… Oh, fuck,” he whispered as she felt his warmth inside her and he dropped his length onto her body.

In a few seconds, he rolled her with him until they were on their sides, facing each other, and Flora stroked a soft hand down his cheek. To her delight, he grabbed it and kissed her palm, then gave her a smile that would’ve melted her panties if he hadn’t already snatched them off. “That was pretty spectacular, Mr.Quarles,” she whispered with a giggle.

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Yeah? I can’t get enough of you. You make me a better lover by being so fucking hot that I can’t help but porn out on you.”

“Porn out on me, huh?”

“Yeah. I was going for the cum shot. Didn’t quite work out the way I’d planned, but hey, I think you enjoyed it, right?” There was a twinkle in his eye and a mischievous grin on his face that she couldn’t help but adore.

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