Page 92 of Finding Fate

Me:He just feels bad because he's the reason y'all had to wait so long to raid that damn camp.

Raider:CIA motherfuckers always getting in our way.

"Who in the hell are you talking to this early?" she groans against my neck and rolls over, putting her back to me. The earlier smothering heat fades, and I instantly want it back. The bed dips as I roll to my side and pull her naked back against my chest.

Fuck.

My morning wood, which had started to go down after Raider’s talk about my sisters, whips back to attention. No way she can't feel it throbbing against her ass. Her perfect bare ass. With a mind of their own, two fingers stroke lazily up and down her ribs. Each pass longer than the last, inching me closer to those perfect breasts and delicious center I want another sampling of.

Her back presses harder against me as she arches her neck along the pillow, allowing direct access to the soft skin. At the first press of my lips, her faint, begging moan makes the room spin.

Fuck, I need her now.

Each suck of her skin between my lips, each clamp of my teeth, makes her squirm against my aching dick. Cupping her tit, I pull and tease the nipple I'd rather have between my teeth. In an unexpected and very much welcomed move, her hand snakes back to wrap around my base, stroking the tip with her thumb through my boxers.

Hell.

"Pops," I somehow grit out. Every ounce of willpower I possess focuses on not strapping her to the mattress and fucking her until neither of us can move. "I need a condom." Good thing I came prepared. Releasing her fabulous breast, I roll over to grab the condom I stuck in my pocket last night before coming up the stairs. But she doesn't release me, tightening her grasp and stroking up and down instead.

"Fate," I say to the back of her head. Surely she hears the urgency in my voice. If I don't get that fucker on now, I won't at all.

"No," she says as she turns to face me, still gripping my straining cock. "Just you and me. No more barriers. Nothing else between us."

So many things run through my head in the split second it takes to decide. With a nibble, I take her lower lip between my teeth. "Don't have to ask me twice." A light push on her shoulder and she falls to her back. In a move I've mastered, my boxers are off in under a second and drop to the floor.

The heat and slickness I find as I settle over her is almost too much. Shit, this isn't going to take long. Like she knows what I want, her thin arms reach and stretch above her head, fingers gripping the metal headboard. I try to be soft, damn I try, but somehow the urgency of the moment slams my lips against hers. I snake a hand around the back of her head, lifting slightly to press her fuckable lips harder against my own.

Her tongue dances with mine, and fuck if I don't imagine it doing the same damn thing lower. Beneath me, her hips move and lift to envelop my dick between her folds. The harsh gasp and moan as I stroke up her center almost push me over the edge. Again I flex, but this time I watch those fingers tighten against the metal. Up and down I slide against her until she yanks her mouth from mine and a low curse passes her lips, brushing against my ear as she shudders beneath me.

Fucking hell. I can't....

Unable to hold back a second longer, I shift to slide inside her, each inch slow and fucking fantastic. Reaching up, I hold her hands in mine. "Shit," I pant into her pink hair. "I've never—"

"Faster, Nash," she begs beneath me. Her blue eyes shine bright with an emotion I can't place.

"Am I hurting you?" She's so damn tight. It’s fantastic for me, but hell it must hurt.

Her hands shake out from under mine to grip each ass cheek, digging her fingers in and urging me deeper.

Guess not.

With each thrust, I savor the slick warmth, but if I keep this up, it’ll only take seconds before I'm spent, and I want this to last. Hell, every second with her I want to last. It's better, she's better, than I imagined, what I dreamed about all those days in the shower. It's different, sex without a condom and not having the leverage from the missing foot, but if anyone can improvise, it's me.

Gripping her ass, I tilt her hips, giving me a better angle. The loud “Fuck” she yells as she trembles, fingers digging deeper into my flesh, negates all control. With a loud curse of my own, I fall, catching most of my weight with an elbow on the bed.

Our loud, gasping breaths echo around the room as we smile at one another.

The perfect moment shatters when a soft whimper comes from the edge of the bed. We lift our heads at the same time to see Dobby's head on the mattress, staring.

"Kind of creepy, Dobby," I say as I rest my forehead against hers, still high from the best sex ever.

"He needs to go out." She plants a quick kiss on my cheek and rolls me off her. The mattress dips as she pushes off and heads to the bathroom. Opening one eye, I watch as she walks back into the room naked, self-consciously fiddling with her hair as she pulls on the T-shirt and shorts I discarded last night.

"I prefer the other way," I say with a smirk.

Her brows knit together. "Huh?"

"The clothes coming off, Pops. I prefer your clothes coming off, tossed on the floor, rather than them covering up that body of yours I'd like naked every minute of every day."

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