“No, I’m not, wee one,” he whispered back. “Just feel me.”
“I feel you,” I promised and I did, oh yeah, I did.
“Watch me take you,” he ordered quietly, still going slow, deep, so, so sweet.
“I’m watching, Frey,” I breathed and I was and it was spectacular.
His eyes moved from my face down my body to our connection then slowly up again and by the time they made it back to my face my back arched, my legs hooked tight around his arms and my sex started spasming.
God, I was going to come. Just with this. I was going to come.
Oh God, so close.
“You’re beautiful, Finnie, but by the gods you have never been more beautiful than you are right now, spread before me, wrapped in my wool and filled with me,” he murmured and that was it, my h*ps jerked violently, my neck arched back and a slow, low, sweet whimper escaped me as a slow, deep, unbelievably sweet orgasm swept through me.
I hadn’t finished before he moved his arms, unhooking my legs and he dropped to a forearm on one side of me, his other arm wrapping around my back and he drove me down as he drove up, finally faster, harder, shifting his h*ps back and forth as he memorized every inch of the heart of me and he did this while I watched in deep fascination, holding him tight to me with all four limbs until his jaw clenched and a low, slow, sweet rumble tore out of his chest as he poured into me.
I loved it, every second of it from start to finish.
See? Totally screwed.
Again. Sex. Again. No birth control.
Okay, no. Again, fantastic sex. But, again. No birth control!
He stayed inside me and took my mouth in a kiss as slow, sweet, deep and wet as how he just made love to me then he released my mouth but stayed close and slid his nose along mine.
God, I’d missed that too.
Then his head moved back an inch, he caught my eyes and his were languid but they were also serious.
Hmm. Taking in that look, I was thinking it was uh-oh time.
“I’m best pleased to have you back, my Finnie,” he said gently. “Best pleased,” he repeated and my limbs got tighter then even tighter when he whispered, “I missed you too, wee one.”
“Frey –” I whispered but he cut me off.
“But mark this, I’ll not tolerate you going away again. It’s important you understand me. We are new, you and I, you needed time to come to terms with all you had learned, time, I will add, that I gave you and time that you took but I will tell you that you took too much of it.” Hmm. I couldn’t say he was wrong about that. Then he finished with, “But I won’t allow it again. Is this understood?”
I stared up at him.
He said he’d not tolerate me going away again.
He’d not tolerate me going away.
And, in about ten months, I was definitely going to go away.
Shit, I had to tell him.
Shit. Somehow, someway, I had to figure out how to explain what this was, who I was, where I was from and get him to believe me. Then explain to him we could have all of this and we could enjoy it, we had time, a lot of it.
But then that time would end and I would go home.
I held his eyes as fear started to rise inside me, panic, anxiety and something else, something far more painful, something I refused, at that point when I was hanging onto bliss, to understand.
Then I started, “Frey –”
“Don’t,” he growled harshly and I blinked at his sudden fierce tone.