the punishing rhythm.
“I’m coming.” His thrusts pushed the breath out of me as I spoke, so my words came out in a rush. My inner muscles quivered against him, and then he groaned and ground his pelvis against mine as he climaxed.
“Shit, Scottie, what was that?” he asked, as he dropped and rolled over, taking me with him so I was on top.
“Fantastic.”
“Doesn’t come close.”
“Exceptional?”
“Better than that. I think I may have seen stars.” He rubbed his cheek against mine.
“It’s that epic eggplant of yours.”
His body shook as he laughed. “Epic eggplant, huh?”
“Yeah, or magnificent mushroomsicle.”
“Oh, God. What do you do? Sit around conjuring up these terms?”
“Not at all. I’m just funny.”
He did his best to look stern, but failed. Then he said, “Okay, then. It’s safe to say my magnificent mushroomsicle has a very strong affinity for your passionate pleasure pothole.”
“Pothole? Pothole? Oh my Godddd!” I snorted out the most obnoxious laugh a human ever made. My laugh subsided to giggles as I kept repeating the word, “Pothole.”
“What can I say? I couldn’t come up with anything better.”
“How about pussy?”
“Eh, too common. I wanted something special.”
“And you thought pothole was special?”
“Princess, you can’t deny it’s memorable.”
“I’ll give you that.”
“Be glad I didn’t tell you I was fond of your fluffy folds.”
“Good lord. That’s sinking to an all-time low.”
“How about we get in the bed? My ass is getting rug rash.”
“That’s the least you deserve for calling my pussy a pothole.”
The grin he gave was so fucking sexy, I wanted his magnificent mushroomsicle to fill my lonely pothole, and I told him as much.
“Only if I can fondle your fluffy folds.”
I smacked him. “They are fluffy.”
“They’re perfectly fluffy. And not flappy.”
“Shut up before I cut you off.”
“You’d never do that.”
“How do you know?”
“You’re in love with the behemoth beast too much.”
I threw a pillow at him. “You’ve gotten carried away.”
“On your stomach, legs spread.”
“Mmm, I love the sound of that.”
He pushed the pillow I’d thrown at him under my hips and his fingers gently spread me. Hot breath blew across me as his tongue teased my clit. It wasn’t long before I was begging for more. He was always generous in that respect.
The best part of all was when he hovered over my back and pushed himself deep inside. This time he deliberately thrust in and out at a teasing pace.
“Faster,” I begged.
“Not this time.”
In and out, over and over, I lost time because of the exquisite pleasure he was creating.
“Raiden, yes.”
He nipped my shoulder, neck, and anywhere his mouth had access. We both chased our orgasms together, but it was a long time before either of us climaxed, both of us enjoying the journey.
My protests were loud and clear when he pulled out.
“Sorry, princess, but I want to hold you, not crush you.”
I fell asleep in the embrace of his arms and we both woke up the same way. We’d forgotten to close the shades before we fell asleep. The sun’s orange glow streaming in woke us up in the early morning.
“Hey,” I said, kissing his jaw. “I love to see you in the morning with your hair rumpled up.”
“I love yours messy too. How’d you sleep?”
“Like a log with an empty pothole.” I waggled my brows.
“I know exactly how to fill that pothole of yours.”
“You do, huh?”
He turned me onto my side and soon did exactly that. His morning wood was impressive as we fucked. The ache between my thighs disappeared as my lust took its place.
“Scottie, I love to fuck you.”
“I love you to fuck me, Raiden.”
I reached around and grabbed his hip. His fingers were tweaking my nipple, and he released it to lift my thigh. Then he was circling my clit and pressing down, sending me off the edge. He didn’t follow immediately, but kept on playing with my clit, tugging and flicking it. Orgasm number two crashed down on me, and that’s when he let go.
We lay there together in comfortable silence. Being with Raiden was never awkward. I thought back to when I didn’t want to stay with him and chuckled.
“What’s so funny? Not the pothole again?”
“No, I was remembering how I didn’t want to stay with you back when.”
“Yeah and think of what you were missing.”
“I knew what I was missing. I was just afraid of you.”
“Afraid?”
“Yes, of this.”
“But we’re perfect.”
Rolling over, I reached for his cheek. “I know that now. At the time, I remembered how I’d lost my family and my heart wasn’t capable of going through that again.”
“No, I