Page 62 of Evil Villain (The Royal Court)

But it stung.

I leaned back a little bit, setting my fingers to my lip to feel the spot, and there was a small bump forming there. Cherri put each of her hands on my arms, and pinched spots that hurt as well.

They hurt.

I wasn’t dreaming. Cherri was lying beneath me, looking at me with the eyes I’d longed to look into every single day. “Cherri?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

It shifted me sideways, out of my own body. Anything in me that wasn’t focused on Cherri had to take a back seat. I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her off the bed. There was an armchair in the corner of the room, and I backed up until I was sitting in it. The sun glinted in through the window and bounced off her perfect skin, giving her an angelic glow. She undid the button of her shorts as I slid my lips along the curve of her neck. It only took a little bit of shifting to slide our pants off, and then I was standing at attention between Cherri’s legs.

Cherri grabbed me and stroked me a little. “So is it okay to jump ahead a little?” she asked with a coy smile. “We’ve got all the time we need to double back.”

“Fuck yes,” I said.

That was all the go-ahead Cherri needed. She lifted off of me just enough to brace me at her entrance and then slowly started to lower herself onto me. It was so much hotter than I remembered, and I had to grip her hips to stop her.

“What?” Cherri said.

“I forgot how fucking good it feels,” I replied. It had been close to nine months since I saw and got to be with Cherri last, and being on the run didn’t afford a ton of time for helping myself out. Even since I settled down at Felicity’s, we spent most of our time together, and I had a tendency to pass out at the end of the day. “I’m not gonna last long this go round.”

“That’s okay,” Cherri said, setting her hands on my face and kissing me. “Like I said, we have plenty of time.”

With that assurance, I released Cherri’s hips and she continued to fall. She sucked me in, enticingly slow, reminding me of exactly what I’d missed in the past eight months. The way we fit together, as cheesy as it sounded, felt like it was fated, and when she was finally fully sitting in my lap, we both threw our heads back, breathing in the ecstasy of the moment. The bed couldn’t have offered this forced closeness, and as I wrapped my arms behind her back and pulled her snug to me, I pushed even past what the chair was demanding to get closer.

Her lips found mine again and we stayed latched that way while she started to raise and lower herself in a hypnotic rhythm. Each time she pulled me all the way in, she squeezed on me, and a grunt huffed out of me. She moaned into my mouth and the vibration of it sent a wave of chills down my spine.

“I love you,” I said to her again, looking up into her sparkling eyes.

There were tears in them. “I love you too. I missed you so much.”

I squeezed her even closer. “I missed you too.”

As if intended to make me lose the little bit of control I had, Cherri sat all the way down and then started to rock her hips back and forth. I dragged along every part of her inside, pulling even sexier noises out of her.

“Shh,” I said. “We’ll be heard.”

“I don’t care,” she said.

Finally, I had no choice but to dig my fingers into the milky flesh of her ass and hang on as she dragged me closer and closer to the edge. The gentle rocking got faster, the friction got more intense, and the steam whistle inside me started a low hum. Cherri alternated between rocking and moving up and down, and eventually that whistle started to blow.

“Shit, Cherri,” I growled.

The beautiful woman on top of me exploded, her moisture drenching me in a firestorm of pleasure. She clenched down on me and shuddered, and the power of it finally pulled a finish out of me. The noise that came out of me was something between a moan and a roar, and as Cherri pushed on, continuing to pleasure herself on top of me, my entire lower half started to tingle.

She expired, going limp against me. I leaned back in the chair, taking her with me, and did the best I could to catch my breath. I smoothed my hands over her skin, halfway afraid that she was going to disappear exactly as I’d feared, but she remained beneath my fingertips. She was soft, and warm, and real. If I had my way, we’d continue to stay that way forever.

We settled for a few more hours.

There wasn’t a piece of furniture in the room that we left unsoiled by our antics. We were insatiable, and even though I still didn’t understand how or why she was there, we never had enough of a moment to discuss it. We rolled into each other again and again, until it felt like we were going to start losing our ability to walk or talk.

Then we went into the shower and did it once more.

When we finally left the bathroom, I was exhausted but happy beyond measure. I wouldn’t let her more than a few inches from me, before pulling her back and kissing her more.

“I know,” she said. “I want more too, but we probably should show our faces to the others. Even if there’s no hiding what we’ve been up to anymore.”

“Others?” I said, tilting my head to the side.

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