love." I bucked into her hand, my entire body tensing, tightening as I dropped my head back and let loose a snarling sound. "There's a condom in my back pocket. See to that for me."
I thrummed my knuckles down her breasts, snaring her dusky nipples while she opened the packet. She sawed her teeth over her bottom lip as she sheathed me, her mermaid eyes clear and focused on each deep, twisting stroke.
"Zelda," I rasped, the table biting into my legs as I edged closer.
"Yes, Ash?"
I smoothed my hands up her thighs. "Open for me. Show me what's mine."
With a starved gasp, she settled back on her elbows, her legs parted wide. She was luscious and ripe, her folds blooming like a summer rose. "All yours."
These words, they were dangerous. They made promises—promises I intended to keep. "Good girl," I said, taking hold of her ankle. I set her foot on my uninjured shoulder and raked my teeth up her shin, and my chest was tight like I'd forgotten how to exhale. "Keep your eyes open, Zelda. Pay attention. I'm going to fuck you just like this after I marry you."
The first thrust was like my first ever, new and raw and overpoweringly right. As it was, that rightness threatened my ability to stand unaided, inhale properly, and last through the next thirty seconds.
"Oh my god," she whispered, her hands stretched flat on the table. "God. You feel like you're in my throat."
It was her lips I focused on as I fucked her, plump and barely pink. Lips I loved seeing wrapped around my shaft, pressed to my skin, parted on the most beautiful cries of pleasure I'd ever seen. I focused on those lips because if I glanced down to watch my cock moving inside her, I was certain to come on the spot and say something irrevocable while I did it.
Something like I'm falling for you. Falling so damn hard.
To stave that off, I pressed two fingers to her ass and grinned while her entire body shuddered.
"I'm right there," she panted. "Right there."
Honestly, this came as a massive relief. There was no way in hell I'd leave my girl wanting but my body wasn't interested in long, thorough loving right now. This moment existed for the purpose of possession. Loving would come later. We had all night for that.
"Right there, right there, riiiiiiiight there," Zelda continued.
I lashed an arm around her waist, yanked her up. "You're not there yet," I snapped.
Defiance shined in Zelda's eyes but then her lips found my neck and that seemed to keep her close enough to the edge without sliding over as I hammered into her.
"There you are," I crooned as her cunt gave a vicious clench. "There you go. Take it, love, take it all."
Everything hurt. Everything, every last stitch of me, and I was burning up. We'd only been at this a few minutes but my muscles were wound tight and my heart was slamming into my ribs and every one of her deep, rolling spasms clamped down on my cock like she meant to keep me inside her always.
The idea of that, as impractical as it was, shot fire down my spine. I came in a panting, roaring burst and the only logical response was touching Zelda everywhere, kissing her everywhere. I needed her to know everything.
"Zelda, I—" I stopped myself because what the hell did I intend to say? What was the everything I needed to share? What did any of it even mean? I knew I wanted to snatch all the joy and permanence I felt with her and shove it into a jar so I'd never be without it again.
She ran her fingers through my hair, nodded. "Yeah."
"Yeah? You…?" I asked.
What was I asking? We could've been agreeing on the merits of wedding day fantasy sex or determining we needed to eat soon. And we could've been saying the most important things we'd ever said.
Another nod, a small kiss on the corner of my lips. "Yes."
19
Zelda
By midweek, we'd locked into a solid morning routine which started with lazy cuddles and heavy petting. More often than not, this turned into the kind of rumpled, squishy, slightly rude sex that asked little of technique and everything of intimacy.
Kicking off the day like that, with Ash's arms lashed around my body and obscene words delivered straight to my skin, was better than any breakfast sandwich I could cook up. Not that I'd tell him that. He was already rather impressed