Page 59 of Phoenix Falling
Except something poking me in the belly didn’t feel like he’d been satisfied.
And that’s when I realized he was naked. I’d missed him getting naked.
I pouted against the sparse, rough hair dotting the center of his chest.
Sun stretched against me, the arch of his back pressing his erection harder against the softness of my lower belly.
“You didn’t come,” I said.
Pushing me onto my back, Sun moved over me, blocking out the light. One hand stroked up my side and began to play with my breast. “I was too busy watching you.”
I didn’t know about that. How could watching someone else come compare to coming yourself.
He pinched lightly at my nipple. I grunted, arching my back into his touch.
Sun’s lips brushed mine. He tasted like me, and I found myself opening my mouth, inviting him in. Sucking lightly at the tongue that had given me so much pleasure. This time it wasn’t me who grunted.
When he pulled back, it was to nuzzle down into my neck. I stiffened suddenly, wary, all too aware of the one thing I had hidden even in my most dazed moments—my scars. But Sun’s lips were tracing the opposite side of my throat.
“We don’t have to go any further, Rissa.”
He was actually offering not to take me? Really? “Why wouldn’t we?”
He pushed up until he could meet my gaze. “Because you may not be ready. I’m not going to assume you are until you’re able to tell me so.”
Christ, how could he treat me like this and still make me afraid?
He couldn’t. When I’d allowed him access to my body, I’d known I was giving up my fear, no matter what the future held for us. And so I clasped his face in my hands and brought his mouth back to mine.
“I want you to take me.”
His body shivered over mine. “You’re sure?”
I licked along his lips. “I’m sure. And I’m on birth control, so you don’t have to worry about that.”
“I wasn’t.” He lifted his leg from mine, allowing me to open to him. When he centered himself over me, I expected him to push straight inside, but he didn’t. Instead he turned his attention to my nipples, nipping and sucking and purring against me until I began to undulate beneath him. Only then did I feel the thick head of his cock nudge at the opening of my body. I reached down, gasping at the feel of him in my palm, the way my fingers could barely close around him. Sun arched, rising on his planted fists, his face clearly showing the agony of need as I touched him—and then I was guiding him inside me, feeling my own agony as he made room for himself where before there had been no room.
“Rissa.” Sun panted. “God.” He hilted.
“Sun—” I moaned.
“Rissa, I—” He gritted his teeth and pulled back, groaning as my body fought to hold him inside me. I gloried in his pleasure and mine, watching every second as he braced himself and pushed back in, hissing at the warm wetness waiting for him. It was as if I’d been made for this moment, made to fit him, made to take him inside me and give us both this exquisite pleasure. I arched my hips, surging up to meet him, and felt him bottom out, the head of his cock hitting a place deep inside that sent sparks shooting through my body.
“Sun!”
“Rissa,” he gasped, repeating the thrust. “Fuck, Rissa.”
“Sun. Sun, oh God…”
The rhythm he set took me over. All I knew was the way his body filled me up, the way his breath became mine. There was no fear, no worry about the future. Nothing mattered except Sun inside me, around me, above me, driving me down into the mattress as the pleasure surged higher, higher, higher and finally shot us both over the edge into oblivion.
ChapterTwenty-Three
SUN
Holy shit.
Just…shit.
