Page 51 of Dance of the Phoenix
Silently, we shrugged off our shirts and pulled each other’s pants down, as if battling over who could get the other naked first, while our kiss grew deeper, faster, and far more furious than before.
Our frustration with each other, which we might’ve agreed to bury, burst out the moment his unsheathed, hardened length pressed against my entrance. A switch flipped inside us, and we were suddenly grappling with one another, each of us trying to get on top of the other.
As our tongues danced, his hands found my breasts and squeezed, making me gasp into his mouth. That gave him the leverage he needed to push me onto my back, forcing my legs apart in such a rough way that it made my already dripping pussy even wetter, and thrust hard and deep inside me.
I moaned, and he used the momentum to bite my lower lip, hard, almost bruising it, as he began to move inside me, his hands gliding over my thighs as he pushed my legs up toward my head, giving him the full view and access to my most intimate part.
And when he leaned back, finally letting my lips go, his grip on my thighs tightened, and he began to really move.
It was fast, rough, and hard. All I could do was lie there, immobile, as he fucked me into oblivion and beyond, my eyes rolling up in abysmal pleasure as I moaned loud enough to wake the dead, the tension inside me rising, pulling at my stomach, and building up to my quickening heart.
And when I finally shattered, the orgasm rippling through me so strongly I spasmed, Ragnor had no choice but to growl as he emptied himself inside me for many long moments.
When he pulled out, I could feel his cum dripping out along with my own juices, and when I saw his midnight blue eyes, now neon with his recent release, watching the trail of cum out of my pussy, I spasmed again as a mini orgasm hit me out of nowhere.
His face grew ravenous, and when my eyes dropped to his beautiful dick, I could see he was hard again, precum creaming the head.
For the next few hours, all we could do was fuck. I was on my hands and knees, then riding him, then lying with my back pressed to him as he entered me from behind, and yet the desperation we had for one another, mixed with things we’d left unsaid, made it feel as though there weren’t enough orgasms in the world that could be enough to satiate this infinite hunger.
In the end, what forced us to stop was sheer exhaustion. With the room smelling heavily like sex and the sheets damp from all the comingwe had done, he hugged me close to him, bare chest to bare chest, and we fell asleep like that together, clinging to one another.
Nothing was really resolved; that much I knew. But after the night we had, I felt like maybe we could get past this issue and find peace as a couple again.
Chapter 23
Aileen
I felt the stares as Ragnor and I walked into the cafeteria the next morning. It wasn’t because we were seen together but because we were holding hands.
When Ragnor grabbed my hand after we left the suite, I had been startled, but I said nothing. Now, as Ragnor took me to an empty table (thankfully not in the served area), I realized that he’d decided to officially go public.
Before yesterday’s fight, I would’ve been angry at him for making this decision all by himself without consulting me. But now, after spending the night in his arms and waking up to see his beautiful face smiling at me, I was actually flattered.
Because it meant Ragnor was through with us being discreet and wanted to show the whole world I was his, and he was mine. And that made me feel all kinds of warm and fuzzy inside.
When it came to Ragnor, I was far too easy.
Once we settled on our table, Ragnor turned to me with his pretty eyes and said, “Care to brew me some coffee, dear?”
I arched an eyebrow. “Dear? Really?”
He grinned, looking more relaxed than I’d seen him in a while. “Please?”
Sighing, I shook my head and let go of his hand. “Fine. Anything else, oh dear husband from the sixties?”
Chuckling, he placed his coat on a chair and said, “I’ll get us some food. Eggs and bacon?”
I couldn’t help myself, so I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “You know me so well, darlin’.”
When I was about to head to the coffee station, he pulled me toward him and, with a smirk, pressed his lips against mine. Butterflies filled my stomach as electricity shot through my veins, making me weak in the knees and need to hold on to his shirt for balance. His hands grabbed my waist, making me shudder slightly.
I heard whistles and catcalls all around us, and while I wished I could deepen the kiss and have a full-blown make-out session with him, this was neither the time nor the place. So I pulled back, flushed and a little too excited, and smiled at him. “Later,” I promised, pulling out of his grasp.
He grinned before he headed to the buffet.
I took the time making coffee to collect myself. I was of half a mind to go back to the suite and change into dry underwear, but that would’ve been overkill, I guessed.
When the coffee was ready, I walked back to the table and saw Ragnor sprawled over his chair and nibbling on a piece of bread as he looked at me. Why did I find that hot?
