Page 35 of Whiskey Darling
A mixture of pleasure and discomfort contorts her features. “No. Maybe. I don’t remember it being so… intense before.”
“Before?” I ease in a few more inches, then close my mouth around the peachy tip of her breast. Worrying her nipple with my teeth coaxes a new surge of moisture from her body and another blissful sigh she can’t contain.
“Before. When I was with Brady. My boyfriend, remember?” She’s breathless now. Like I’ve sucked all the air out of her.
Flexing my hips gains me a bit more entry as Allie wraps her legs around my waist. Holding her steady, I surge in all the way. My face buries in her neck as she cries out, contracting around my cock.
I’m drowning before her words make any sense in my ecstasy-addled brain. But I can’t stop moving. The reality of this, of finally having her, overrides everything.
“Are you saying,” I choke the words out in a helpless stream as she arches against me, “that you haven’t,” I shudder when her thighs bracket my flanks, “slept with anyone since you were in high school?” I grunt that last out because Allie is tightening around me.
I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“Yes,” Allie moans as I tunnel deeper, my thrusts bottoming out. “I’m sorry. I should have told…”
I half-groan, half-laugh. “No wonder I barely fit inside you. Goddamn. Don’t you dare be sorry. Don’t you dare.” Just before our mouths fuse, I tell her, “Hang on to me, baby. I’m gonna make sure we cover everything you’ve missed for the past eight years.”
* * *
Allie
Flynn keeps his promise.
He does make me fly. Until I’m almost incoherent with pleasure.
The first time I come with him inside me is a complete shock. As soon as my body adjusts to his massive length burrowing so deep, his pelvis tilting against all my needy, sensitive parts, I go off like a rocket.
Flynn never slows his pace. He rides me through that explosive climax and into the next, taking my breasts by turn into the furnace of his mouth. He bites, sucks, and nips until I’m a trembling heap of sensations, crumbling for him.
There’s a groan of appreciation each time my inner channel contracts around him. Growls like a lion when I rake my fingers through his hair, marveling how soft the strands are. Murmured words, dirty but spellbinding, are a constant litany in my ear. I flush deep pink, hearing the things he intends on doing with me. Things I can’t wait to do with him.
Flynn is a master, drinking from me as if I’m rarified whiskey.
My hands roam his body during our lovemaking. I kiss him, running my tongue across the tendons in his neck, exploring the curve of his shoulders, the muscles of his pectorals. He keeps a steady, pounding thrust into my willing body. Only when I’m begging for another orgasm, writhing against him, does he grin and take full control.
Capturing my wrists, Flynn effortlessly shifts one of my legs higher until my hip is trapped aloft by his forearm. I’m immobile like this, giving him greater depths to discover.
“Will you come apart again for me, pretty girl?” he croons, holding my hands so tight he’s probably leaving bruises. “Let me see you unravel…”
I shatter and sob with his words. He plunges with such force the bed creaks in protest. The world splinters into shards of brilliant colors, and Flynn is within that explosion with me. His cock shudders, pulsing, throbbing like a mad beast. He chases his climax with a blinding ferocity until he collapses atop me, breathing as heavily as I am.
His dark whisper flutters against my ear, thrilling my heart when my brain should know better. “You’re all mine now.
* * *
I’m barelycognizant when Flynn leaves the bed. I presume he disposes of the condom before returning with a bottled water and a cool cloth to gently clean me. My flesh is swollen, slightly sore, but drowsy pleasure swamps the discomfort.
Propped against the pillows, with the sheets pulled over us, he tugs me across his chest. Cradled there, my arm thrown across his midriff, his heart thumps in my ear while he idly untangles knots in my long hair using his fingers.
I drift asleep like that. Warm. Content.
Satisfied in ways I never knew existed before meeting this man.
