Page 27 of Afterglow (Ottawa Regents #3)

“Yes,” I squeeze her soft body to mine, needing to feel every part of her. “Right now. It might kill me if I don’t.”

“Can’t have that.” She reaches around the double oven, hitting a button with a beep. “So our dinner doesn’t burn.”

I nod, still holding onto her.

“Take me to bed, Fletcher.” She taps my flexed shoulder twice. “I’m not taking your virginity in the kitchen.”

The short route to my bedroom is filled with loving sweeps of touch and impatient, tongue-filled kisses. It’s hazy, and I can’t tell if it’s from the kitchen or from the cloudiness of my own mind.

“Being with you is like walking in a dream,” I confess, kneeling at the edge of the bed in front of where I position her. “Please don’t wake me up.”

“You’re everything to me,” she answers with an extended kiss to my forehead that leads to her tugging my shirt over my head.

The sweat-soaked cotton catches against my beard.

I return the favor. She unhooks her bra and drops it onto the floor with a clack.

“Everything I ever dreamed of, wished for.”

I stare in awe of the absolute goddess, wondering how I became her dream, the object of her affection, desire, her anything . A moan escapes me when she pulls down my shorts. I stand, letting them join our clothes on the floor.

She glances ahead at my sheathed cock tenting the boxer briefs, then up at me. “Can I touch you?”

“Please.”

Bea gets to her feet, the top of her head reaching my pecs, hot breaths sending wave after wave of goosebumps across my bare torso.

I hiss when she strokes my length, struggling to maintain her unrelenting eye contact.

My hands curl over the slope of her shoulders, bracing myself at the deliciously slow movements.

Tongue peeking from the corner of her mouth, she peels away the briefs from my hips and gapes at how the engorged length slaps against my abs, before testing the weight of me in her shifting clasp.

“You’re…” She swallows air, squeezing around me with the next stroke. “I don’t know if you’ll fit.”

I moan in response to her thumbing through the pre-cum beading at the throbbing crown.

“But I wanna try.”

Her backward scoot offers the waist of her jeans and has me leaning onto the mattress to strip them from her. Creamy legs cricket together in a swish against the duvet, but my hands glide down their firm skin, keeping them apart.

“I’ve waited for you for so long.” I bend to kiss the tops of her feet, the delicate bones of her ankles, up the inside of her knees. She sighs as I continue. “I want to remember…feel everything with you.”

It’s intoxicating. Her smell, the way her skin tastes, her fingers tangled in my hair, urging my mouth over the curves of her hips and luscious belly.

Dusky nipples pucker under my leaden, humid breaths.

I lick one, then the other, running on pure instinct while cupping the soft rounds of her breasts.

“I’m living…dying to worship you.”

The metal of the piercing clicks against my teeth when I flick my tongue across. I suck until Bea arches from the bed, gushing out my name. My cock leaks against her thigh with a friction-seeking thrust.

“I need you inside me,” she pleads, stroking my length and drawing my mouth to hers for a sweltering kiss that nearly has me caving and finishing too quickly.

“Fuck, please , gorgeous,” I plead back, sounding more desperate than she does.

“I wanna give you whatever you want.” My lips coast across hers.

“Everything you want.” I nip into her plump bottom lip, finally fulfilling an earlier fantasy.

It’s better than I imagined. “But I wanna take my time, fuck you as slowly as possible.”

Bea clinches her thighs around my rock-hard length in response, and I bite back a groan. “Don’t hold back, Fletcher. Be loud for me.”

My hands drop their grip from her tits to the tender flesh of her thighs, spreading her apart while lowering my face into the cleft. “Can I taste you again?”

She nods, mewling. “Yes.”

Glistening dark pussy lips wet my beard and mouth, sweet and tart on my tongue, and getting wetter and wetter from each swipe against the soaked flesh.

Her fingers dip down to rub the swollen nub, but I move them away, replacing them with my own.

My lips rush to her clit to blow a cool breath over its peak.

“What about my fingers? You want them, too?”

“Yes,” she repeats.

I tease her entrance with a fingertip, and the slick hole allows it to slip in without resistance.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” I flick my tongue across the clit as my finger curls once, twice, three times against the front wall of her cunt, but it’s not enough.

I pucker around the raised flesh of her clit before pushing another finger inside her. “Will you come for me?”

Bea responds with a long moan and sucks me in deeper. I shudder into a pause at the heated sensation, balls tightening and cock dripping more sticky pre-cum onto the bed.

“Please, gorgeous? Need you to come before I do.”

“Fletcher, yes.” The quiet encouragement has my fingers pumping at a relentless pace, then scissoring inside her walls, stretching and curling in sync with the speedy lashes of my tongue on her clit. “ God , Fletcher.”

My name falling from Behraz’s lips soothes the pain of her hands tearing at my hair from the scalp, her hips lifting and shifting as she writhes, legs squirming with a judder.

“Fletcher, Fletch, fle” —she blubbers— “fle, fl…” until it’s only a series of f-f-f-f .

I imagine she’s holding onto the same weak thread of control, as we ready to unravel for each other.

She clamps her thighs around my ears and finishes with a careening cry, body locked in an arch before going limp.

I crawl up to cradle her, licking the dripping glaze of her arousal from my lips and leaving behind short, plucky kisses onto her neck, face, and parted mouth.

My hands root hers out, lacing our fingers together, eyes wandering all over to take her afterglow in.

“You’re even more fucking gorgeous like this, after coming all over my face and fingers.” Vision blurry from getting to the edge of pleasure without release, I press my forehead to hers. “I’ll never get over it.”

One of Bea’s hands escapes, skimming down my chest in a sluggish swipe, lower and lower until it wraps the base of my hardened cock.

I hurl a grunt in reply, both needing to move and attempting to stay where I am, then peer down, wanting to see myself in her grip.

My cock barely fits in her small hand, her fingers and thumb never meeting as she squeezes my impossibly hard erection. I whimper.

“Inside. Now.” She lines us up, sweeping me through her soaked cunt and over her clit.

My eyes clench shut, scrambling to move her hand away, and pin it against a pillow. Uneven breaths take over my chest when my hips jolt forward without permission, feeling her wetness, her softness, her warmth across every ridge and snaking vein on the underside of my cock.

“Don’t” —I thrust— “rush” —another slow, mind-numbing thrust— “me.” All my muscles tense with a shuddering pleasure. “Let me savor you.” The head of my cock sits at her core, throbbing, waiting. Her pussy throbs, too.

“Please,” she begs, widening her hips with an upward roll.

“Wait.” I grab an extra pillow and force it under her ass, angling her bottom half toward me. “I wanna make it good for you.”

Bea pulls me to her by the nape, speaking into my mouth, every word breathy and dazed.

“Everything you do is good for me.” Our sloppy kiss goes tender, and she clings to me, until there’s no space, no barrier between us.

“I wanna feel everything with you, too.” A smile passes between us, eye contact locked. “All of you, Fletcher.”

All of me?

Oh.

“No, uh…” What are words? “Condom?”

Her head shakes against mine. “No, only you.”

“But—”

“I have an IUD,” she murmurs, fingernails digging into the arches of my hips. “Please, Fletcher.”

“Fuck, yes.” An overeager agreement, surely. But I need her, too. More than I’ve ever needed anyone or anything. I sidle into her again. “I’ll be gentle.”

She nods, echoing the sentiment. “Be gentle with me.”

The tip of my cock swirls through the wetness, grazing over her clit quickly before settling at the entrance of her perfect cunt. I push in. We gasp. “Fuck.”

“Keep going, Fletcher.” I drive into her further, letting her relax and accommodate my size. “Little by little, just…like…that.”

Every inch is a welcome torture, the stretch of her around me too close to ecstasy. “So fucking snug,” I mumble through hurried kisses, a layer of sweat forming between us. “You feel too fucking good, taking it…me so well.”

“More,” she urges. “Tell me more.”

I do, giving her another inch as she clips a moan short. “Like bliss.” Her walls pulse and tighten around me, and my head whips back, releasing a feral groan, pleasure ready to spiral free from any restraint. “Fuck, I love you.”

“I love you.” Bea dotes on my neck, my collarbone. “Need you to move. I’m…so full.”

I retreat, then plunge my cock deeper and deeper with each subsequent stride.

“Harder.” My body obeys, pliant at her mercy. The next snap of my hips has her feet curling against the backs of my thighs, nails digging into my back.

It’s too much, every sensation heightened and barreling me towards a peak of pleasure I didn’t know existed. The way she looks beneath me, glowy and unreal. The smell of us, musty and heavy. The taste of her sweet cunt pooling in my mouth. The feel of it, hot and tight and beyond imagination.

There’s a cliff, and I teeter at its edge, desperate not to fall but knowing a drop is inevitable. “Bea,” I moan, my eyes darting in manic lines between hers. “I can’t—I’m gonna come.”

“Yes.” Her hips move in tandem with mine. “Come inside me.” She cups my face in her precious hands, slotting our faces together. “Please, Fletcher. Let go.”

My thrusts go ragged, sloppy, unable to hold on any longer.

And then I rupture into a million pieces, bellowing as if I’m being ripped apart by ecstasy itself, exploding into stars and in a place where time and space don’t exist while spilling every shattered shard into the only person who can piece me back together. And she does.

I collapse and she catches me, whispering life into my incapacitated form with praise and awe, adoring me with endless, undeserved kisses and cooling strokes against my heated skin.

“Don’t pull out, okay? I wanna feel you a little longer.”

I nod with an inhuman grumble, speech beyond my ability in this pivotal moment.

“ Shhh . You did so good, sweetheart. Fucked me so good.”

I don’t know how many minutes or hours pass as we lie together, as connected as two people can be, but I don’t fight it when she rolls us to our sides to dismount from me. The loss of contact chills me to the bone.

Bea returns with a warm, damp washcloth, wearing my flannel, haphazardly held shut with askew buttons.

I hiss and sigh as she cleans the skin between my thighs and groin, and thank God there’s no way I could get hard after all that excitement.

She rejoins me on the bed, positioning herself parallel to my useless body and playing with the sweat-dampened hair stuck to my forehead.

Her sweet face is propped on her elbow when our gazes reconnect.

“Well? Did I kill you?”

I deny it with a smile, shaking my head, despite how full my heart is. “I’ve never felt more alive.”