Page 17 of The Legend of Lovers Hollow

“There is something to be said for straightforward Swedish efficiency.”

He moves back up my body, once again settling between my thighs. His cock slides against mine and sends another bolt of lust through me. With his forearms on the pillow and bracketing either side of my head, he leans in and kisses me so softly my heart does a slow roll.

“I’ve never met anyone like you, Ellis,” he mutters.

“Is that a good thing?” I hold his gaze, suddenly feeling a little less sure.

He studies my face for a second. “I think it is.”

His mouth meets mine again and he kisses me lazily. Whereas before I couldn’t think of anything other than getting him inside me, now I feel boneless. Every thought except of him slides out of my head.

“Lube,” he whispers against my lips.

I can’t help the giggle that escapes. “You say the most romantic things.”

He pulls back enough to allow me to lean over to my nightstand and fumble in the drawer for my bottle of lube, which I hand to him. Feeling how light it is, he cocks a brow.

“What?” I blink innocently, biting back a smile. “It was a long week.”

“Wow, you really must have missed me.” Shaking his head, a small smile tugging at his lips, he drizzles the dregs of the lube onto his fingers. “I hope there’s enough. Not only do I not want to streak naked through the hotel corridors to my room to get my lube, I literally have no idea what Artie did with my luggage.”

“It’ll be fine.” I kiss him once more, then pull back as he slides his hand down and circles my hole teasingly. “We’ll find your stuff later, and there’s more than enough in the bottle. I like a little burn, it means I’ll be able to feel you tomorrow.”

He groans against my mouth. “God, the things you say, Ellis.” He slips one finger inside me slowly. “You’ll be the death of me.”

“No, I’ll be the best thing that ever happened to you, you’ll see.” I take his mouth again, this time parting my lips and letting him slide his tongue against mine. There’s no more talking. Need roars back to life as he opens me up, making me tremble as he adds more fingers and works over my prostate.

“Morgan, please,” I pant against his lips. “Now! I want you inside me.”

He empties out the meagre amount of lube, the bottle making weird noises until he squeezes it so hard the cap pops off, leaving him to stick his fingers into the nest of the bottle to try and tease out any left.

Morgan chuckles as he coats his cock. “I can see I’m going to have to get you a whole case of spares to keep in here.”

“Only as long as you plan on using them with me.” I lift my legs, and he positions the head at my opening and pushes in.

Breathing out, I try to relax until he’s seated all the way inside me. God, I feel so full. He’s generously compensated in some areas—well, most areas if I’m being honest.

“Ready?” he whispers, and I nod.

He pulls back and then slides in, gently at first so I get used to the size of him, then picking up the pace. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kiss him again. I love kissing this man. It’s one of my all-time favourite top ten things to do.

I cry out as he shifts angle and hits my prostate.

“Harder,” I demand. He ramps up the pace, slipping his arms under my knees so my spine curves, a position that allows him to plunge deeper inside me.

I’m practically seeing starbursts and rainbows. I’m sure I can hear fireworks going off, accompanied by a rousing rendition ofOde to Joy.

My bed squeaks and the headboard bangs against the wall. My eyes roll back in my head at the intense pleasure. I’m getting louder by the minute, but I can’t help it. He’s destroying me in the best way possible.

“Morgan.” I gasp his name like a prayer on my lips. I really do think I’m having a religious experience. “Morgan, oh god. Come in me. I want to feel it. I want you to fill me up.”

He groans loudly and buries his face in my neck, fucking into me harder, faster. I grab on and hold tight, my fingers digging into his back. I fight the urge to come before him, but I might not last much longer. He feels too good.

“Morgan, please.”

He gives a loud groan and then comes hard. I can feel the pulse of his cock inside me and the tension in his body. Heat washes over me at the thought of him filling me up with his cum. He gives another shallow thrust and then pulls out, replacing his cock with his fingers.

“That’s so hot,” he mutters as he pulls back to look into my eyes. “You’re drenched in my cum.”