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I twist my head around. “Can you hear him or see him?”
Bodin shakes his head. “He’s whistling, which means he can hear us. Hold on. We’re going to the cottage.”
For the second time tonight, Bodin pulls out of me before I can climax.
I’ve never experimented with edging before, but based on my experiences tonight, I don’t think I’m a particular fan of it. I could’ve had at least two orgasms already if we hadn’t gotten interrupted. Or maybe we should stop having sex in semipublic places.
Bodin drags his shirt down over my head, checking that all my bits are covered before he picks me up and runs toward the cottage, one hand resting on my ass to make sure I don’t flash Arran if we happen to pass him. Which we luckily don’t do.
When we get to my front door, Bodin presses me against it, kissing me with the thirst of someone who has been wandering the desert for three days without water.
I’m equally as ravenous as I cling to him with everything I got. I have just enough awareness to reach behind me and open thedoor. Our lips never leave each other’s as we slip inside the dark cottage.
Bodin kicks the door shut behind him and pivots, pressing me against it with an audible thud. We’re way beyond a need for words, our hands roaming, grabbing, pulling, gripping, eager to let our bodies confirm what our hearts already know.
He quickly undoes his pants again and pulls me down onto his cock as he thrusts up, making me scream in ecstasy as he stuffs me full in one drive of his hips. This time, there’s no need for adjustments.
My moans spur him on as he relentlessly pumps into me, again and again and again, until my pleasure climbs to a soaring peak. There’s no holding back as I scream with my release, my pussy fluttering around Bodin’s cock as he continues slamming into me, rattling the door with each powerful thrust.
Before my pussy gives its final pulse, my second orgasm starts to build. Bodin senses it and moves us to the couch, positioning me onto my knees on the soft cushions as he stands behind me.
“Ass out for me, Tilly.” His hand lands with a sharp smack on my ass before he pushes in deep again. He grabs my long hair and wraps it around his fist, my back bowing with the move and I press my ass back into him, matching his rhythm as our skin slaps together with deliciously lewd sounds.
The new position is even stronger and before I know it, I’m coming. My arms give out and I’m about to fall flat into the cushions of the couch, but Bodin has me.
He flips me onto my back like I’m some rag doll and not a plus-sized queen, holding the lower half of my body up as hedrives into me with short, hard thrusts until he finds his own roaring release, spilling his warm seed into my ready cunt.
Finally spent, Bodin picks me up in his arms, chest still heaving with exertion. Placing a tender kiss to my lips, Bodin says huskily, “I love you so much, Matilda Williams. This is just the beginning of our future.”
I tighten my arms around his neck and kiss him back. “I love you too, Bodin Terral. The future is looking pretty fantastic from right here in your arms.”
Chapter 24
Tilly
Somewhere before dawn, soft lips press to my bare shoulder and I curl further into Bodin’s arms. “Mmm, I can get used to waking up like this,” I mumble against his chest, burrowing my nose right between his big pectoral muscles.
“Good, because I don’t think I can stand the thought of ever waking up without you in my arms,” Bodin mumbles against my hair, a smile evident in his voice.
I throw one needy leg over his hips, his hard cock wedged between us.
If I can angle my hips just so, maybeI can slide it in?
A large hand squeezes my naked ass, halting my not-so-subtle intentions. “Aren’t you sore, my love?”
“Not a bad sore. Just a delicious, used sore,” I say, pressing wet, nibbling kisses to his chest.
Tilting my head up, I can clearly make out Bodin’s kind but hungry eyes in the moonlight streaming in through the window.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says sweetly.
An easy smile spreads across my lips. “I thought I told you, I don’t break easily.”
Bodin rolls onto his back, taking me with him so I’m straddling his waist, his cock resting against my ass.
“Do you want my cock, Matilda?” he rasps, hands gripping my thighs.
“Yes,” I all but whimper.
