Page 154 of Lost Lyrebird

When the heat between us builds to the point that I can’t take it anymore, I beg for more.

“Please, please, get inside me.”

“You sure?”

“Nope, but we’re doing this anyway.”

Then he says two words that make my fucking day.My year.“I’m clean.”

“Me too.”

He doesn’t mess with getting rid of my swimsuit.He simply pushes the material aside.And oh, my fucking god.When he starts pulling me down on his blessed cock, and entering me, I gasp because Jesus Christ, I’d forgotten how endowed he was.It’s a stretch, but the very best kind.

His groan is long and drawn out and sends a shiver down my spine.I break from the kiss to suck in a sharp breath.“Jesus.”

“Oh fuck, the feel of you opening up for me.Does it feel good, baby?”

“So fucking good.”

He slowly begins to thrust, and I grip his shoulders and move in a rhythm I know so well.

But everything is different this time, though.Because it’s not just sex, it’s all the emotions of love wrapped up together into one—desire, hunger, ecstasy, obsession, passion, and even a little vulnerability.

“You riding my cock is sexy as hell, you know that?Can’t wait to see it.Can’t wait to lay you out on my bed and fucking punish this pussy from the hell you’ve put me through.”

“You say such sweet things,” I scold in jest.

“Just wait until I get you beneath me, woman.You’ll see how absolutely not-sweet I can be.”

“Is that a promise?”Saying the words has my heart fluttering, but I can’t not give voice to them.

“You bet your ass it is.”

“Good.I’m gonna hold you to it.”

“Go right ahead.”

I kiss him hard instead of answering.It’s a relief to at least know with utter certainty that I’m not alone in this.The thought of that ignites my very soul.

The water laps at our bodies, and we create our own current.The surface of the small lake ripples with the waves we make together.

As the force behind his thrusts grows harsher, and our movements become more unsteady as we lose ourselves to the pleasure, curses fly from our mouths whenever we part.Goose, for his part, speaks in non-intelligible grunts, and groans, and it’s a melody that says so much more than spoken words do.We’re satisfying a longing and a craving for each other that’s been a long time coming, and it’s so mind-altering that reality bends to a pinpoint and nothing outside this little bubble of pleasure matters.

I hold on tight as he drives into me.I work my body over his and revel in the sensations of pleasure.I’ve learned that my breath on his ear drives him wild.So I keep my face near his and whisper in his ear how fucking good he feels inside me.Then I nibble on his earlobe and bite down.

“Fucking, hell.Get there.Fuck, I’m going to come.Wanna feel you gripping me baby and cumming all over my cock.Yeah, baby.Cum, Lily.Come on, my sweet little vixen.”

His hand comes up to cradle my face.I pull his thumb into my mouth and suck on it.He, in turn, tunnels his other hand behind my head and grabs a handful of my hair, and just that slight pinch of pain rockets me straight into my orgasm.My pussy pulses around his cock.

“Fuck.I feel you.I fuckin’ feel you squeezing me so goddamn tight.”He drives into me one, two, three, more times.Each time punctuated by the sharp snap of his hips.He takes my mouth in a rough kiss and groans against my lips as his release barrels into him.

As the kiss turns more tender, and as his body starts to relax, I can’t help but think, fuck reality.I just want him and I never want to leave this moment or forget this feeling.Not having this and knowing it existed has been pure torture.Something I never want to let slip through my hands again.

Even if it’s just fucking.We’re damn good at it.And I don’t care what tomorrow brings as long as I can count on more of this with him.

CHAPTER 45

Exploring each other… that’s the best part.