Page 215 of Frost and Death
When I peer over my shoulder, I am surprised he is already watching me silently. I drag my teeth across my bottom lip, worried at the lack of words from him.
“What is it?” I ask.
Jerrick smiles lazily and squeezes my hips, kissing my ass once more and then rolling me onto my back.
My breath leaves me, and I barely register what is happening before he is on top of me, the familiar overwhelming weight resting above me.
“Now, I have you right where I want you,” he smirks.
His loose hair falls forward, and he shakes it away, and I giggle. When it doesn’t budge out of his line of sight, I reach up to help tuck each strand behind his ears.
Jerrick grins as he leans in, tenderly kissing me. I welcome it.
He puts more weight on me, balancing his body on his forearms and covering me entirely.
Iloveit.
He trails kisses down one side of my face, and I return the effort on his exposed throat.
I hold Jerrick’s head in the crook of my neck, and I suck on the nape of his neck as his lips nip, our hips rolling into each other.
The wetness between my legs coats his cock as he teases me each time our hips link up. Panted breaths mingle as my needy hands hold him tighter.
The friction grows, my need for him turning me ravenous.
“More,” I plea, angling his cock to rub near my entrance. “I need more.”
Jerrick’s face nears mine as he whispers, “You like that, don’t you?”
I hum my approval.
His dick issoclose.
“Sweet Makers, that feels—” I break off when his hips buck, and his length almost enters.
I whimper, reaching for his hips and squeezing.
Jerrick’s forehead presses against mine. “No. No Makers, Deities, or anything beyond what is happening between you and me.Justyou and me, understand?”
The gruff rasp sends a wave of pleasure down my spine in anticipation. He moves away slightly, as if to punish me for my delayed response.
I nod eagerly, trying to cling to every movement of him.
“Good girl.” He cradles me close and kisses me passionately.
Then he eases inside of me.
I inhale sharply, my head falling back as I dig my nails into Jerrick’s skin.
Jerrick pauses to make sure I am okay. I nod, kissing him as his hips thrust in response, easing himself deeper.
I can’t stop my eyes from rolling to the back of my head. My vision blurs at the fullness of him greedily filling me.
I bite my lip in pleasure, only resorting to biting the inside of my cheek in an attempt to muffle my moans.
“Jer,” I pant, reaching for him as if he is on the opposite side of the room.
Our eyes find each other, and our breathing is ragged as he kisses my forehead. He combs loose hair from my face, wiping the sweat from my brow.
