her hips and pull her down, impaling her with my rock-hard dick. She unleashes a moan so guttural, I’m afraid I’ve hurt her. “Goddess, are you okay?”
“I have never been better in my life,” she pants against my lips. We find a rhythm that’s as timeless as the universe and is ours, alone.
I wrap an arm around her waist, cradle her head in my free hand and hold her flush against me while I lose myself her most exquisite pussy. She’s a tight fit, but so perfect. We barely move, but the rapid roll of her hips causes explosions of pleasure to every nerve ending in my body.
“Regan,” I call her name
“Call me Venus… be my Mars…”
“You want me to go to war for you, baby?” I demand and she groans into my mouth as I grind my hips against her, pressing as deep, but not as deep as I’d like, into the softest wetness I’ve ever felt.
She has always been my Venus. But instead of her cool easing my fire, every second I’m inside only makes me hotter, hungrier.
While I worship her from the front, the rising sun crowns and veils her in the light of its first rays, from behind.
Her expression is fierce with lust. Her hair is a wild mane of sable coils and curls. The vast sky seems to exist solely to canvas her untamed beauty.
I don’t recognize the growls and grunts she pulls from me.
I barely know my own name.
I am undone by the sunlit goddess who just took me like she owns me.
I know we’re just fucking.
But damn, if it doesn’t feel like flying
I know we’re not supernatural mythological beings.
But when we're together like this, I'm certain we could make the whole world bend to our will.
I’m a fool. I know this deep in my bones because if my life depended on it right now, I'd say this kiss was flavored by portent and the promise of so much more.
She drapes her sweaty, sexy body over me. And instead of pulling away, I let myself sink deeper into the quicksand and wrap my arms around her.
“That was perfect. You are perfect,” I whisper into the crook of her neck.
She sighs and nestles closer. "You’re a sweet talker.”
“Can't be helped. I’ve been kissing a goddess with a mouth made of sugar."
She peeks up at through the thick tangle of glossy lashes.
“Don’t say things like that…you’ll make me want to keep you,” she says in a dreamy voice before her eyes drift closed.
I laugh and ignore the way my heart gets a full blown hard on hearing those words.
It wants to mate her as much as my dick.
Thank God for my job and my unbreakable commitment to spending the rest of the year in Colombia.
Otherwise, I’d be tempted to follow her home.
Friends
Regan
“How did you end up in Colombia?” I prop up on one elbow, reaching over him, to grab a slippery, tender slice of mango from the small plastic container that was part of the lunch our guided tour provided.
“You know, for someone who actually studied journalism, you ask imprecise and vague questions.” He shakes his head in amazement.
“And here I was, just thinking how wonderful you are. Thanks for reminding me what a know-it-all you are.”
His eyebrows shoot up, a cocky grin spreads from ear to ear, and his eyes dance with relish. “You were thinking I’m wonderful?”
I scoff and curl my lip. “You have selective hearing. I said you’re a know-it-all.”
“Ah, Regan,” he says, tssking in mock disapproval. “But you like know-it-all’s, remember?” He leans forward and nips at my bottom lip. They’re swollen and kissed nearly raw, and I wince, even as I open my mouth for his kiss. He swipes his tongue along the inside of my tender flesh, and I groan against his lips.
“I only said that because you were ten years old and sad, but, really, I hoped you’d grow out of it.”
He holds his hands up in the universal sign of surrender, as if this fierce, fearless man would ever give up on anything. But it's sexy that he'd pretend to for me. “You’re right, it’s a bad habit of mine. I know I started it, but let’s not fight. I’m sorry.”
God, why can’t he stop being perfect? I wrinkle my nose at him. “Okay. But only because you asked nicely.”
He blows out a breath as if he’s relieved. “Now, let’s get back to the part of the conversation where we talk about how wonderful you think I am.”