hands lifting from the floor to rise to her breasts, playing with them as roughly as I had. I fucked her with all the worry, all the need, all the desperate desire I’d been trying to ignore for weeks.
She was theirs, Stavros and Zach’s.
She was mine too, and I wanted her to feel it in her cunt for days, in the bruises I’d leave on her ass from the way I rammed into her. She was right, she could fucking take it. Based on the squeeze and flutter around my cock, her body already trying to milk my finish out of me, she fucking liked it.
My balls were pulling up, threatening to end this wild moment, one I never wanted to end. Reality would return, surely? Even if it was a little sweeter after this. I wanted to put that off for as long as I could.
I pulled roughly on Deyva’s horns, grinning at her garbled moan, lifting her onto my lap, holding her still to stave off my release. She squirmed, trying to get the friction back, and I bit down on her shoulder, releasing one horn to reach around and pinch roughly on her clit.
“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!” Deyva yelped, squirming and then moaning and shuddering against me, her cunt sucking and gushing on my cock as she came, nearly taking me with her.
I pulled her off of me and tossed her onto the mat, wrestling her leggings off as she panted and stared at me with a wide-eyed, dizzy expression. She bent her knees, spreading her thighs for me and I paused, briefly transfixed by the sight of her silky, slippery pussy still open and begging for me.
I crawled over her, kicking my own sweatpants off and balancing with already weak arms over her body.
“Three.”
Deyva blinked at me, then grinned and giggled, a sound I quickly turned into a moan as I sank back into her.
I had no patience this time, I was too close, too on edge. I was going to crash so fucking hard after this and part of me was terrified of what would come next. But the rest of me was just relieved at the prospect of my brain shutting down a bit.
Deyva’s hands stroked gently over my back, her chin lifting for my kiss, teasing my lips with her tongue.
“Fuck me, honey,” she breathed.
It was clumsy and animal, desperate. Our skin squeaked against the rubber mat, our rhythm uneven as the end chased my heels. Deyva’s legs clasped around me, her mouth sucking my jaw as I moaned and pinned her beneath me, driving into her over and over, the aftershocks of her orgasm kissing and coaxing my cock. Little licks and nibbles of lighting ran up my spine, squeezing around my throat, making me lose my focus. Deyva flipped me, and I was helpless, already in the throes as she rode me determinedly to the end, her head tossed back and throat flexing with a long moan as I came, my fingers digging into her hips as I arched and let the heat take me under.
The priest house was quiet. Az was taking the first shift of the night on patrol, along with a few of our flock. I expected Stavros and Zach to be waiting like eager puppies for Deyva’s return, but they were missing.
Her hand was in mine. Our sides brushed and bumped into one another.
“You ate dinner, right?” Deyva asked, frowning at the bottom of the stairs and glancing to the kitchen.
Why did I feel so fucking shy all of the sudden? I’d been balls deep in this woman. I’d literally used her horns as sex handles and she’d been moaning for it.
“Uh yeah. You?” I was weary, but not more than I expected to be given the lethargy that came after that kind of fucking—something I’d barely ever experienced in life before.
Deyva smiled at me, stepping closer, and I sighed as she lifted her face for my kiss. I cupped her cheek, taking softer, sweeter sips from her lips, glad I could have this too. The wild brutal rush between us and this careful tenderness.
“I’m good,” Deyva said and then she giggled. “My legs still feel weak.”
I grinned at that and then released her hand to stroke and cup at her ass, just because I could. I could, couldn’t I?
“I—do you—you should, um, go up to them right?” I asked. Can I have you tonight?
Deyva sighed and my heart sank. “I should.”
I nodded and then stepped back,