Page 176 of Green Flag
Now that she was finally letting herself free, there was no holding back from the lovemaking this beautiful woman was about to receive.
I leaned over her, pressing my cock to her slit, thrusting against her. She frowned at me, pouting her lips with narrowed eyes.
Because she wanted me inside of her.
When I brushed against her clit, her mouth parted on a broken breath, which she tried to smother but I knew I had her.
I would always have her.
And when I pressed gentle kisses along her neck, she squealed. “That tickles!”
“Good,” I murmured against her throat, pulling at the skin of the crease of her neck with my teeth. She let out a gasp and wriggled beneath me, her breath ragged.
I nudged her entrance and her neck straightened, her arms tight around me.
“Please,” she whispered. “White wine. White wine.”
I chuckled, shaking my head against her collarbone as I pressed in, letting her tight heat surround me, inch by slow inch.
She was biting down on her lip, nodding for me to continue.
She stretched around me, her pussy holding me ransom, suffocating my cock in a brutal, euphoric pressure.
“More,” she demanded before nipping at my earlobe.
I thrust into the hilt, grunting a swear as a choked yelp passed her lips. My forehead against her, I drank in her sweet moans with each stroke, taking her cheek in my palm as she folded her legs around my back, holding us together.
I’d had sex before, but it had always been shattering in the physical sense. Exhaustive. Sex was amusement. Sex was entertainment. Sex was a reliever of all my frustrations.
This wasn’t any of that.
This was adoration. With each thrust, I caressed her, kissed her and took great pride when she cried out my name as she came and broke around me, clawing at my back. She kissed me then, her lips slow and soft against mine, pouring all the feelings she bore me into my racing heart.
She would have my heart, soul, being in every lifetime.
Her tongue brushed mine and we were grabby and desperate all of a sudden. The kiss harshened, teeth and tongues clashing as my pace picked up and she grabbed my ass as I fucked her hard, drilling into her like I planned for the rest of our lives.
My hand met her throat and I held her in place as I fucked and fucked and fucked. She was a mess of trailing begs, eyes rolling back into her head, pants and tears as she came around me once, then twice more.
When I went to lift my touch, she grabbed at my fingers, clutching them tighter around her neck and nodding breathlessly, too satiated for words, her eyes drowsy with orgasms.
I came grunting in her mouth, filling her up as she’d asked those months ago.
She lay there panting, arms and legs splayed as I cuddled in beside her, careful not to pull out of her.
Her arm fell onto my chest and she rasped, “That was…” She shook her head in disbelief. “Luca, how on earth are we meant to leave this bed?”
I chuckled and planted a kiss on her shoulder. “We don’t have to.”
She rubbed at her neck and panic slammed into me. I brushed her throat, looking for any marks.
“Was I too rough? I’m so—”
“No, no,” she said, shaking her head again. “Get that out of your mind now. Just because we’ve only had actual sex a couple of times, it doesn’t mean I’m breakable. I lost my virginity at sixteen. I’m not new to this.”
The sentence hung in the air, thick and heavy, and for a second, I couldn’t even process what she’d said.
Fuck.
