Page 39 of Love Over Easy

She pushes to her feet and holds out her hand. I take it and stand and then pull her into my arms. I kiss her desperately, like this could be our last kiss. In all reality, it could be. Shy may say she never wants to fight again, but her father seems to have power over her. Is she still trying to gain his approval and love? He deserves neither.

I sweep her up into my arms and carry her back to our home. I don’t stop until I kick the bedroom door closed. I let her slide down my body and she moans when my hardened cock presses against her stomach. The sound vibrates over my skin and I want inside her. I need to show her she’s mine. We belong together.

Frantically we work together to rid our overheated bodies of our clothes. I hook my fingers into the waistband of her blue panties and pull them down and off as quickly as I possibly can.

My lips crash back on hers and I walk her backwards to the bed, lowering her gently to the surface. Her hands lock behind my neck, drawing me deeper in the kiss. Flames ignite and flicker to life within me.

I have to taste her. I kiss my way down her neck, chest, breasts, stomach, and lower. I grip her thighs, spread them apart, and I can wait no longer. I press my mouth over her, my tongue circling her clit. A moan from above urges me to go harder, faster.

“God, I love you, Shy,” I murmur, going back to worshiping her with my mouth. I thrust a finger inside and she whimpers and pushes down, impaling my digit deeper. Her breathing grows harsh and erratic when I add a second finger. Her muscles tighten around me.

I need her to feel me. To know what I feel and how badly I need her to stay.

“David!” she cries. She’s close; I feel her muscles contract. I suck hard on her clit and she chants my name over and over until she explodes in orgasmic bliss. I gentle my touch, but I don’t stop. I can’t wait any longer to feel the deep connection we have when I’m buried inside her.

I roll on protection and climb her body, hovering above and staring into her dazed, well-fucked eyes while slowly easing the tip inside. I hold, letting her feel the stretch. Slowly I inch in until I’m pressed against her swollen, sensitive clit.

Home. I feel as if I’m where I was always supposed to be. We fit together as if we were made for each other. Will that be enough to keep her here in Faire Island? With me? I feel a pressure begin to build behind my eyes as we both fly. I blink away the emotional tears. How can she not feel how right this is? How right we are?

Our breaths are short and choppy. I roll over and take her with me until she’s lying on my chest with my arms locking her to me. It’s as if we’re breathing as one, we’re so in sync.

“I love you, Shyanne. You’re my heart.” I want to hear those words come back to me.

I’m content, for now, when she says, “You have my heart, David.”

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