Page 56 of Charmed

"We've tried here and we've tried there. What about everywhere?"

He jerked his head off the pillow and looked at her, hovering over his shaft. His muscles contracted in anticipation. "Babe, everywhere works for me."

She took him in her mouth. No preamble. Scorching, suctioning heat immediately blasted him into oblivion. Her fingers wrapped around his base, and he threw his head back, writhing under her ministrations.

Need coiled in his gut. Air vacuumed from the room. Time became obsolete.

"Everywhere...definitely works," he huffed. Another minute of this, and he wouldn't survive until morning, though. "Fi, come up here." He needed inside her, and he needed it yesterday.

Not waiting for her inevitable argument, he grabbed her under the arms and dragged her up his body. Holding the back of her neck, he pulled her in for a kiss.

She moaned into his mouth, stroking his tongue. Going deeper, she rocked her hips like impatience was a virtue. She braced her palms on his chest, rose on her knees, and guided him inside her.

"Ah, holy..." He held his breath, lungs straining.

Aside from tonight, he'd never made love without a condom, and he hadn't been prepared for the tight, hot sheath or how different the experience would feel without a barrier. Unique. Intimate. Annihilating. He'd barely held it together the first time.

Tossing her hair, she rode him. Agonizingly slow. Excruciatingly seductive. Her nails sank into his chest and her strands brushed his thighs and her back arched and her cheeks flushed and her lips parted and her eyes drifted shut and...

Someone save him, he might weep.

Surging, he sat up and wrapped his arms around her. She kept the methodical pace and leaned so far back, he had to grip her shoulders from behind or she'd wind up sprawled on the bed. He bent his knees, digging his heels in for leverage, and drove into her.

Her primitive moan turned into a whimper and died with a shudder. She chanted his name, giving him zero doubt she knew who she was with, and his blood heated to scalding. Sultry, helpless sounds of gratification rose in her throat, filled his ears. Her scent blended with his. He looked down where they were joined, watching in awe at their connection, somehow needing the verification.

His muscles tensed. Veins bulged. A tingle shot up his spine in warning.

"Riley, I..." She cried out, bowing in his arms.

"Yes, babe. Right here. I've got you." The word forever wanted to follow right after his harried promise, but her walls fisted him and the sky imploded.

His release ripped from him on a violent crest, wracking his whole body with rippling quakes. He barely held onto her and buried his face in her neck, his chest burning as he struggled to breathe. It went on a blissful eternity, her trembling and him shouting incoherent syllables.

When the world righted, and he had no clue how many decades that had taken, they were still sitting up, her curled against his chest, the top of her head nestled under his chin. His fingers ached with the force of how tightly he clutched her hair. Carefully, he unfurled them, only to fist his hands once more because they shook. His eyes burned while he stared unblinking across the room, trying to process.

That was... Hell, there were no words to describe it.

Letting out a ragged exhale, he closed his eyes and smoothed her strands. She relaxed in his embrace, completely limp, and he had to wonder how long it would last. She didn't concede defeat or show vulnerability often. Actually, he'd had to look very hard to recognize the few times it had occurred.

Trust had been a slow climb for them for a multitude of reasons. Saying they did was a far cry from actually proving it. And there was a vast difference between trusting someone in battle and trusting them in the bedroom.

Nevertheless, she allowed him to hold her in one of the most moving, heartrending moments of his life. With the exception of his brothers, closeness and connection had never truly played a role in his existence. And that's what he'd been doing. Existing. Jumping from one woman to the next, going about his daily grind, and not forming attachments. No investment, no danger. He'd claim he hadn't realized his actions, but that would be a lie. After all, he always took the path most traveled, did what he was told, and didn't dare drift from the meager expectations set forth.

She'd changed everything. There was no going back now that she'd shown him the difference between a pleasurable exploit and sharing a bond. Caring about the person he was with, knowing them, took on meaning he wasn't sure he was ready for, or if he could handle it.

Emotions crashed around in his chest, thrashed at his skull, and banded his throat. Affection and fondness. Fear and panic. Above the confliction was a ferocious need to protect her. Which probably made him insane, but it verified what she'd subtly been telling him the past few days.

There was a reason they'd been paired, and it hadn't been by Fate's whim.

He swallowed thickly and attempted to drum up something to say that didn't scare himself or her away. Plus, he'd kill to know where her thoughts were at. "I don't want to move."

She sighed. "Not so sure I can."

Smiling, he kissed the side of her head and spoke into her hair. "Okay, great. I didn't want to sound too unmanly and admit that first."

Her husky, sleepy laugh teased his skin. "Is cuddling a part of your fantasy also?"

Interesting how she kept bringing up his fantasies like she wanted to fulfill them. Or he was having a post-coital delusion. "It is now."

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