Page 162 of Green Flag
There was more to this than animal savagery.
In her ear, I grunted, “Are you okay?”
I kissed where I’d bit her and she nodded quickly. “Yes, Luca. Oh my god, yes. Fuck—fuck me.”
She took everything I gave her. Every thrust, every spank, every dirty word, bouncing back on my cock with such zest that I couldn’t believe we hadn’t done it before. I couldn’t imagine ever stopping.
She was made for me. I was made for her. We were a pair.
And I had to know if she felt the same.
Flipping her again so I could see her beautiful, glistening face was a mistake.
I was going to kiss her.
On the mouth.
And change everything so that we weren’t fucking but making love.
Like I’d fantasised.
I brushed back the hair that had stuck to her face, our skin clammy with sweat as I cherished her body, kissing up and down her chest, her throat, her jaw, knowing I was failing at withholding from her parted, panting lips.
Clawing at my back, she met every thrust with the pivot of her hips, moaning so sweetly.
I was going to swallow those moans.
Swollen and sensitive, her clit only needed a few brushes of my fingers, pulling back the hood, for her to combust and shatter.
The room filled with a throat-ripping scream as she pulsed around my cock, nails scratching at my arms, tugging me back down on top of her.
Fuck, I would do anything to take her somewhere she could freely shriek in pleasure.
That volume would have staff knocking on our door.
There was nothing they could do; not even the fire alarm would interrupt me now. Not even my own kiss.
I shoved the panties back in her mouth.
She nodded, lips parted, gripping my biceps to get me to move again. I grabbed her hands and placed them over her head, our bodies flush as I drilled into her.
“You are a dream,” I rasped in her ear. “You are literally a dream.”
Her words were muffled against her underwear, but she locked her ankles around my waist and forced me to go faster and fuck her in every position I’d imagined.
Until we were an exhausted heap of bodies.
We lay there, me behind her, my cock inside her, calming our breathing. I’d had to spoon because I needed her to come again,but looking at her beautiful face… my tongue would replace those panties.
I dragged our cum from her dripping pussy, up her body as she trembled, then brushed her lips with them and finally pulled the cotton from her mouth.
“That was…” she breathed. “Luca, this is the best night of my life.”
“Mmm,” I agreed, pressing gentle kisses into her shoulder.
“You’re…” But her sentence cut off with pants.
“I’m?”
