Page 68 of Flirty Fall Fling

“I’ve never …”

She looks surprised. “I get one of your firsts?”

“Yes,” I whisper, settling between her thighs.

I slide into her slowly, and my vision blurs at the edges. She’s soft and slick and squeezing me so damn tight. I give her time to adjust to me, then push in a little deeper. I groan into her neck, almost feeling helplessly out of control with her.

“More,” she says, taking more of me.

I give her all of me until we’re both breathless.

“You’re almost too much,” she whispers, and it comes out like a confession.

“I know.” I drop my forehead to hers. “You are too, sweetheart.”

I rock my hips, and she moans into my mouth. I swallow every sound she makes. No one warned me it could feel like this. I slide out, then go deeper as her nails scratch down my back.

“More.” Her heels dig into me. “Harder, Jamie. Give me all of you. Stop holding back.”

I’d give her anything she asked for in that voice. I hook her knee up over my hip and drive into her, harder. The headboard pounds against the wall, and she cries out, grabbing the comforter. One moan fades into another. She pulls sounds out of me I don’t recognize. I groan into her throat, curse, and whisper her name.

Flush spreads down her chest, and sweat sticks to where our skin touches.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart.”

I bury myself into her, so fucking greedy for everything she’s giving me.

“You’re mine, Blaire,” I say and drive the words into her.

“Yours.” Her voice cracks on it. “Yours, Jamie. Yours.”

There’s a deadline to this, but neither of us mentions it.

Before she comes, I pull out, flip us, and drag her over me. “Take what’s yours.”

She straddles my thighs, and then she sinks down onto me. We both tremble.

Blaire’s hands rest on my chest as she rises up and down, finding her rhythm. The moonlight splashes across her body as she fucks me senseless.

Her hips roll, and she uses me exactly how she needs. I reach up, pinching her nipples until she’s growling. My hand slides over her throat, my thumb resting lightly at the base. Her pulse races.

“Fuck me,” I whisper.

She’s close.

“Jamie, I …”

“I’ve got you.” I drive up into her, holding her waist, creating more friction.

Our eyes stay locked together. Her back arches, and then she breaks, crying out my name. Feeling her clench so damn hard has me seeing stars. The orgasm rips through me while she grinds down, riding out her release. Blaire doesn’t stop as I pump into her, filling her full.

“Yes, yes,” she whispers against my lips, kissing me. “I have you inside me, Jamie.”

I wrap my arms around her, and she lies on my chest. Neither of us moves for a long time as I run my fingers through her silky, dark hair. I slide my fingers up and down her back. She hums at my touch as we stay connected.

“You make me lose control,” she says. “When I’m with you, it’s like …”

“Nothing else matters,” I finish.