I was back. He was back. And having him, I shot straight up the line of happiness toward bliss.
But this was not a gentle kiss, this was not sweet, this was charged, greedy and that was coming from the both of us. I took, he took and the way we took I knew there wasn’t ever going to be enough.
My arms had wound around his neck and I pressed deep into him. When I did, Frey didn’t break the connection of our mouths as he leaned deep into me, arching me back as his arm slid over my ass and I knew what he wanted.
I helped by hopping up and circling his h*ps with my legs. Even before I got them around him, he was turning, walking, still drinking from my mouth as he prowled to my bedroom.
Then I was on my back in the softness of my bed, his heavy weight on me and I arched up, tensing my limbs around him to push deep like I wanted him to absorb me.
It was then he tore his mouth from mine and his blazing eyes locked with my own.
“Do not let your body ask for that which you aren’t ready, my wee one,” he growled his warning.
And he did it while calling me his wee one.
God, I missed that.
“I know what I want, honey,” I whispered, watched his eyes flare then his arms went from around me, I felt his fingers at the sides of my panties and then I heard the material tear.
Yes.
Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes.
My hands went to his sweater at the back, clenching in, pulling up as his fingers went to the gusset of my undies, yanking them free.
“Hurry,” I whispered.
“Patience,” he muttered then he lifted his arms for me, I pulled his sweater free, baring his fantastic chest then his hand went immediately to his breeches.
“Hurry, baby,” I pleaded, pressing into him with my h*ps and rounding him again to hold him tight in my arms, loving the feel of his sleek, hard-muscled skin against my hands.
“Gods,” he muttered, eyes on mine and I knew my gaze was filled with all the hunger I was feeling for him then his head dropped, his mouth captured mine and his tongue invaded as his c**k thrust inside.
My back arched and my low moan drove down his throat.
Oh yes. Yes. Yes, yes, yes!
God, he felt so f**king good.
Then he thrust into me, hard, fast, deep and not close to gentle and I lifted my h*ps to get him deeper, encourage him to go faster, help him to ride me hard.
I broke my mouth from his as it built, fast, God, so f**king fast, and hot, God, the heat was going to reduce me to ashes and because of that I couldn’t take his tongue anymore.
I shoved my face in his neck, held on and gloried in the fierce jolts his deep thrusts scored into my body as I begged against his neck, “Harder.”
I barely got out the word before my head flew back, pushing into the bed, my neck arching, my back arching, my limbs tightening and I cried out as it seared through me, burning brilliantly.
“Gods,” I heard him grunt as he kept driving into me, “Gods, you’re beautiful, my wee Finnie.”
I opened my eyes to see his on me, burning me anew and I held them as he kept driving into me, again and again until he thrust hard, deep, my body jerked powerfully with it but he stayed planted and his head went back, the veins in his neck stood out and his groan of release filled the room.
Yes. Oh hell yes.
When he was done he collapsed on me and my lungs compressed at his immense weight but I held it not but a second before he rolled so I was on top and he was still inside me.
My cheek was to his chest and that was all I could see but I could feel him inside me, the ache from his thrusts so freaking sweet, one of his hands was in my hair and his other arm was wrapped around me.
And all that was him under me, in me, all around me, I touched the top of the happiness scale and hit bliss.