Page 217 of Frost and Death
“Yes, that’s it, My Queen. Give me more of you,” he orders in his husky, low voice.
My pleasure and euphoria increase, still lingering and on the verge of shattering into a million pieces. Our eyes lock as Jerrick leans in, ferally kissing me as he pinches my clit eagerly, then proceeding to rub it at an increasingly fast pace.
“Take it from me. I know you can,” he beckons, and greedily, I indulge myself.
Jerrick’s thrusts are deep, grazing that precious point inside me, and we hum in approval.
I grab the back of his head and force him into another feverish kiss. My hips meet his, bucking upward and hard, needing him to hit the right spot a few more times.
He switches from rubbing with his fingers to using his knuckles to apply pressure above my clit, right where his dick is grazing me.
“Now come, Tove,” he orders as the pulsing of his cock grows frantic inside of me.
The ballad glissandos, a rushed, brilliant pinnacle from Jerrick’s words swelling my heart, body, and soul. This beautiful, tantalizing melody is one I will compose and relive forthe rest of my life. The harsh, wonderful pressure mixed in with Jerrick’s thrusts sends me over the edge.
“Jerrick!” I scream.
My vision turns fuzzy as I come apart at the seams, shuddering over the sound of Jerrick’s long, drawn-out moan as my insides shake, his cock pulsing inside of me. Every nerve, every muscle in my body crashes from the adrenaline and the pleasure.
Jerrick remains inside of me, slowing his movements and leaning in and kissing me gently. The two of us stay close as we both try to savor our pleasures.
My entire body sags with exhaustion, while I’m still seeing stars dancing along the lines of my blackened vision. The only thing keeping me intact right now is the man I love hovering above me.
He adjusts his position, moving away from my entrance, arms bracing himself as he carefully withdraws.
Jerrick shifts off me, but I reach out to stop him, not wanting him to go.
“Stay.”
His eyes twinkle, and he leans in, caressing my forehead. “Let me clean us up first.”
The sensation leaves me dizzy, my hold on him slackening. I frown when he uses it to his advantage, the heat and weight of his body gone.
But he tenderly moves me, peeling away while pulling the sheets back to stand. I watch his beautifully toned body and ass as he drifts into his bathing chamber.
A few moments pass before he comes back with a wet cloth, and I smile at the magnitude of every inch of Jerrick, everything about this man only furthering my love for him.
“May I?” He gestures between my legs.
I’m too tired to move, but his soft question warms my chest. I smile bashfully, nodding and burrowing into my pillow.
Jerrick’s cheeks redden as he sits, caressing my legs and wiping away my essence with the warm cloth. Jerrick leans in when he finishes and kisses me.
He tries to leave again, but I hold him in place, kissing him keenly, not letting him go. He obliges and drops the cloth on the floor, lips never leaving mine as he joins me, pulling the covers over us.
Jerrick draws me close, our legs twisting together.
We hold one another, Jerrick kissing my forehead, and I hum happily in exhaustion. Our lips meet again and again, the two of us grinning between each one.
“I promise I’m not going anywhere, Tove.” Jerrick’s soft promise hangs in my mind as sleep takes me.
45
Ramifications
The air is stale around me as warmth pushes against my bosom. The heat of summer reminds me I will need a cooler bath today. But as my eyes flutter open to soak in the sunlight, I am met with a hardened chest.
Jerrick envelops me, and I can’t stop the smile pinching my cheeks.
