Instincts still riding me hard, I nip the bare patch of skin between her neck and shoulder. Hard in reprimand, but not breaking the skin.
She shouts in surprise and tries to twist out of my arms.
I thrust my hands up her top, palming her breasts roughly while squeezing her nipples through her bra with my fingers.
Her mew of protest turns into a groan as she arches, pressing her breasts into my hands while rubbing her delectable ass against my cock.
Already panting, I yank her bra down just enough to free her breasts, palming one as I grind against her. Then I shove my hand into the front of her jeans to cup her pussy.
She huffs playfully at the rough treatment, reaching back to twist one arm around my head — as if I’m going anywhere — while she scores her blunt-cut nails up my other forearm.
Light-headed and so fucking hard that I’m slightly worried I’m going to fucking come before I even get Mirth’s pants off, I swiftly readjust, snagging both of her wrists and drawing them, captured in one hand, to her own chest, keeping her pinned to me.
With my free hand, I yank her pants and her lacy white underwear down to her ankles.
She writhes in my hold, playing at fighting me.
But I can feel that frayed cord of energy churning in my chest.
I can feel it reaching for her.
And I need …
I need to be inside her. That will fortify our connection. And I need that between us. We need to start healing. Together.
“Mirth?” I ask, not really able to articulate myself but just making sure she’s actually with me.
“Don’t stop, Bolan,” she snarls.
I lower her to the ground on her knees, going down on my own knees behind her. Until I’m holding her as I did at the pond. She arches her back for me, presenting her ass.
“So fucking perfect,” I groan, grabbing her hip even as I keep her wrists pinned to her chest. Thankful that my last transformation ensures I’m not totally covered in mud— my hands or my cock— I line myself up. Sliding my cock against her warm pussy from behind, coating my tip in her wetness. And somehow— rather heroically, it feels— I manage to not just blindly thrust all the way into her like the fucking beast I am.
She moans, arching even more to try to give me better access. I hold her still, crowding over her back, and carefully coat my entire length in her warmth. Cognizant of her little gasps when I rub against her clit, I try to hold off just a little longer. But she begins to writhe against me in need, so I notch my tip within her, gently easing into her — slowly in and out — until I’m fully seated, fully encased.
She’s tight, and so fucking warm and wet. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to slow my breathing, to focus. Then I realize …
“Mirth … I don’t have a condom —”
She responds to that by shifting slightly away, slightly forward, then settling back even deeper on my cock. Then she clenches all her internal muscles around me, deliberately, demandingly.
Fuck. Fuck.
I’m holding her too tightly for her to ride me. And that isn’t what she wanted. She wanted me to fight for her, take her, make her mine.
I guide her hands to my knees on either side of her legs, then press between her shoulder blades, forcing her to lean more forward. It’s still an awkward angle. But unable to hold myself back any longer, I start fucking her.
She moans, then almost shrieks when I find her breast and pinch her nipple with one hand, seeking out her clit with the other.
“Can you come like this?” I ask, panting the words between hard, steady thrusts, barely pulling out before bottoming out over and over again. As if I can’t actually bear to move more than a few centimeters away from her.
“I don’t …” she groans. “I don’t … know.”
“We can —” I try to slow my pace, but Mirth’s nails dig into my knees, letting me know exactly what she wants. For me tocontinue. “I’ve … I’ve never been bare like this … and it’s you, it’s you, and I’m not …”
Pleasure stretches up my legs, exploding across my tailbone, as my orgasm hits fast and hard. Literally out of nowhere. I don’t know how I manage to do so, but I pull out — Mirth shouting in dismay — and ejaculate half into the churned mud and half onto my own leg.
I’m still fucking coming when Mirth twists to get her hand wrapped around my cock and strokes out the last few spurts.
