Page 38 of Fighting Fate

“Oh, luv,” I say, pushing my aching hard-on against the smooth mound between her legs. I’m likely to come if I don’t get control.”

“I need you inside me,” she says.

Ach. That’s not helping. I pull back. “You’re going to make me come.”

“Yes, I am. But first put on a condom.”

I’m a spry bastard when I need to be. I jump off the couch, retrieve my britches from the floor, and fish out a condom. Ripping it open with my teeth, I lower back to the couch.

She takes the open package from me.

With a smooth tug of her hands, I’m wearing the protection. So turned on, I nearly come from that. No lie. I do some mental gymnastics, pulling my mind away from the sheer bliss of her body, all the lush skin, long enough that I regain control.

“Quickly,” she whispers, writhing under me.

Control be damned. I push into her, swift and deep.

She groans and arches.

I moan with the feel of her slick wet heat gripping me.

She begins to move. “Please, Sean. Fast. Hard.”

I’ve got to take a moment, adjust my hand against the side of the couch, but that change allows me, even with my bad leg, to thrust fast and hard enough to make the couch jump against the floor.

With every push, she makes noises under me that nearly do me in. A high-pitched, “Ay, ay, ay,” that matches my deep, pounding rhythm.

I close my mouth around her cries, eating them, savoring them. I slip my tongue into her mouth and angle every thrust to meet her exactly where her body tell me she needs me to be.

“That’s it,” she says.

Like I don’t already know. Like I can’t already feel her reaction to me. The breathy, panting way she is losing herself to me.

We meet each other, stroke for stroke. Her breathing and moans accelerate until she is begging me, “Don’t stop. Don’t.”

I’ve no bloody intention of stopping. Electric heat rides my body, tightens my abs, drives my hips.

With a high cry that is surely as close to Heaven as I will ever see, she comes around my cock.

I lose all rhythm to the frantic, desperate energy building so tight and strong in my balls and cock that I swear every inch of hair on my body rises. “Oh, luv. Luv.” I bury my words against her neck as I drive into her again and again.

I can’t hold back. Two more deep thrusts and I’m blinded by the pleasure. I come so hard I see stars. I groan and push into her warmth until I’m utterly spent and praising her with every word of gratitude I can recall in Welsh.

My body gives out nearly as hard as I came. I collapse on top of her, realize I’m crushing her, and roll off. I slam onto the floor.

Daft prick.

With a startled sound, she looks down at me. A smile on her lips, she shrugs, and rolls on top of me.

I catch her, nibble her ear, hold her to my chest as she laughs softly.

Aye. This is Heaven.

22

DADA

An hour after I’ve arrived, I’m pleasantly nude, curled up with Sean on his bed, my legs intertwined with his, my head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat slow back to normal.

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