by L. A. Boruff
“It’s supposed to start up again early morning.” He knelt in front of her, rubbing her calves.
“You don’t have to do that,” she whispered.
“It’d be easier if you lie down.” He looked up at her.
She studied his face, stroking her hands through his hair. “We’ll wake the others, unless we go into my side.”
He got up, pushed his hands into her hair and held her gaze. “Are you sure?”
She knew what he was asking her, and she knew her answer.
“Yes. I want to make love with you, Matt.”
He briefly closed his eyes, and then he was kissing her gently, soft presses of his lips on hers. She put her hands on his hips and tugged him closer. He caught her to him and walked them into her side.
She lay on the mattress as he zipped the flap and secured it. Kneeling at her feet, he stroked his fingers up her shins and down her calves. Lifting herself onto her elbows, she looked down at him. He held her gaze as his hands smoothed up the back of her calves, hooked under her knees, and then stilled. His head tilted, asking permission to go further. She grinned at him and opened her legs a little, giving him her answer. Dropping a kiss onto her knee he drew her legs apart, crawling between them. His hands slid up her thighs and back down, making no move to touch her intimately. The anticipation and the sensations made her toes curl. Leaning over her, he kissed her, sliding his fingers up over her hips, and hooking into the sides of her panties. He slid them down her legs and helped her to kick them off before kneeling back between her legs.
“Oh, shit.” He sat back on his heels, covering his face with his palms.
“What’s up?” She sat up startled. “Are you okay?”
“No. Yes. I can’t protect you. I didn’t bring anything because I didn’t want you to think I was pressuring you.” He lowered his hands. “Why are you smiling?”
“Did you really think about it but decided to leave them behind?”
“Yeah. We didn’t bring you away to fuck you. I don’t want you to think I’m only interested in getting laid. Now what’s so funny?”
“Nothing, I’m not laughing, Matt. I love you so much.” She sat up, unable to wipe the smile from her face. “You thought of me.”
“Well, of course, I thought of you.” He pulled a face at her in confusion.
“And you have no idea why that means so much to me.” She leant forwards and kissed his lips. “Look in the inside pocket of my backpack.”
He frowned, dragging the backpack onto the bed. He looked inside and went still when he found the box of condoms. He looked at her sideways. “Are you sure?”
“Matt, I wouldn’t have brought them if I wasn’t sure. But if you’d rather—”
She never got to finish what she was saying, because he was over her, kissing her so desperately her brain ceased all higher function.
He settled between her spread legs and there was no doubting how much he wanted her. He nuzzled her neck, his hands holding her hips, and the sensations had her clawing at his back. She wanted to touch him, to feel his skin against hers. “Off, take it off,” she pleaded, tugging at his shirt.
He sat up from her and dragged it over his head, throwing it to one side as she struggled to get hers off. He helped her and then his mouth was on her breastbone, his tongue moving into the hollow of her throat. She collapsed onto the mattress with a moan as his hands covered her breasts. Her hips lifted, grinded against him, and he grunted in her ear. It wasn’t enough, it would never be enough. She wanted all of him, needed all of him. Sliding her hands to his waist she pushed at the waistband of his boxers. He helped her push them down, then he was back on top of her with nothing between them.
She heard him swear as she cried out. He’d touched her before, brought her crashing over the edge of pleasure more than once, but this was different, this was almost overwhelming. This made her ache deep inside and only he could take it away.
He lifted himself from her, moving to kneel between her legs. “You’re gorgeous.” He traced a line with his fingertip from her nose, down over her lips, throat, and onto her breastbone. Shudders raced through her, a whisper touch over her skin causing her to suck in her breath as he ghosted over her nipples and down into her bellybutton. Dipping his finger in, he pressed, and shot of electricity raced straight to her clit. She arched upwards, a gasp leaving her mouth. He lifted his gaze from his finger to look at her. His pupils were blown wide, making his eyes seem darker. Lust, desire, love, she could see them all in his gaze, and it made her need become a craving.
“I want you, Matt, so bad.” She lifted her hands wanting to tug him down to her, to make that final connection with him.
He didn’t say anything, he just shifted backwards on his knees, and before she could question why, his mouth was on her breast. Her hands flew into his hair as he tugged her nipple, the gentleness gone. Nipping at her skin, he wound her tight, her nipples burning deliciously from the stubble on his chin. She slid her hands down his back, frustrated when she couldn’t reach any further than his waist. Wriggling, she tried to work her way down a little, just enough to stroke his cock. The smoothness of his skin over the hardness beneath never failed to turn her on. She loved touching him, loved to hear his response as she explored him, and she wanted to hear that now.
“Let me touch you, I need to touch you.” She tried to side her hand lower.
He said nothing, just continued to kiss and suck at her skin. He moved downwards, and his tongue slid into her belly button. His hands took the place of his mouth on her breasts and coherent thought ended for her. His warm, wet tongue trailed from her belly button downwards. She lifted onto her forearms looking down at his bent head. She knew where he was going, he’d done this with her before, and it had almost rendered her blind. She’d had to cover her face with her pillow to silence the noise she was unable to stop making.
Anticipation speared through her now as he dipped lower, laying fairy kisses on her skin until his mouth was a whisper away from her core. She whined, her legs widening as he settled between them, his hot breath on her was sending every ending into overload. The ache intensified and when his tongue slid over her entrance, it became almost painful. She tried to move, but his hands held her in place. Tugging his hair as his tongue made another swipe, she cried out. She had the presence of mind to grab her t-shirt and stuff it into her mouth.
He lifted his head, took it from her mouth and threw it to the side. “I want to hear you.”
She held his gaze. The lust in his eyes undid her completely and she swallowed heavily, nodding. He kept his eyes on hers as he lowered his head. His tongue flicked out again, catching her clit, and she groaned, her head fell back, and her arms collapsed.
“That’s it, baby,” he spoke against her, his hot breath making her ignite. “I need to hear you.”
She opened her mouth to tell him she loved him, but a long moan was all she managed as his tongue slid around her clit and down to her entrance. She tangled her hands into his hair. Desperate to get relief, her hips bucked upwards.
“Oh god, yes, Lily!” His voice was strangled, and he moved suddenly, his hands going from her hips to underneath her. He sat up, drawing her hips with him and then his mouth was on her. He’d not held her like this before, and Lily was unable to do anything but lie there, crying out. She couldn’t keep up, couldn’t keep her eyes open. Her fists clenched into the blankets as he drove her higher and higher. His hands splayed out over her back, her toes on the mattress as he held her up against him.
She couldn’t think past his tongue or the white-hot lights that were flashing behind her eyes as he brought her to the brink time and time again, just easing back before she fell.
She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think; the ache was now a raging fire. His tongue was deep inside her, his nose rubbing against her clit, and it was too much, just too much. “Oh, fuck, Matt, I’m coming.”
He made a growling noise, intensifying the pressure from his nose. He
r body arched, her head went back, and she went rigid as the first explosion ripped through her. He moved his mouth to her clit, his teeth fastened around it, and she couldn’t stay still. He was killing her. He was slaying her. Darkness swamped her, tugged her down and then threw her back up into the light as he coaxed her through the aftershocks, his tongue licking gently at her as he laid her back down. She slid her hands through his hair—her breathing erratic, her eyes closed as the sensations swept over her. He crawled up her, kissing and nuzzling, licking and sucking, until his mouth was by her ear, and he was lying on her fully.
“Are you okay?” he whispered.
“Mmm ughh,” She couldn’t articulate. She turned her head, desperate to get her mouth on his. He responded the moment she sought his lips, and she pushed him until he rolled, taking her on top of him. She was straddling him, her mouth fused to his, until desperate for air they broke apart.
“I love you so much.” She held his gaze as she spoke, and she saw his reply in the soft curve of his smile, the love in his eyes. She kissed his chin, his throat, and then began to work her way downwards, but he pulled her up till she was looking at him.
“I love your mouth on my cock, babe, but if you go down on me now, it’ll be a while before I can fuck you. And I really need to fuck you right now.”
Shivers rolled through her from his words and the intense look in his eyes. Sitting up, she closed her hand around his cock and he cried out, bucking upwards. Power rippled through her as she watched his face. There was nothing better than seeing him lose control with her, it turned her on so badly. Holding his gaze, she rubbed her thumb over the head spreading his precum and using it to gently pull his foreskin down, exposing the sensitive glands. She ached to hear the noises he made when she used her tongue on him. Sliding backwards, she dropped her head to taste him.
His hands flew to her shoulders, and he lifted her up from him. “Stop, babe, I am so fucking close right now.” He rolled them until he was lying on her, his hips cradled against hers. He ground down on her, and she jerked at the burst of pleasure it gave her. Grabbing his hips, she pushed up against him, crying out when it sent another bolt through her.
“Shit, Lily. Oh, fuck.” He shuddered, grinding down on her, and she lifted her legs, trying to get closer to him.
“Hang on, babe, I need to—” His voice was strained with effort as he sat back from her and grabbed the box. She heard a tearing sound, and she watched him, her stomach clenching as the desire rose inside to an inferno. She waited for him, but he shifted to the side, leaning on his forearm beside her. He kissed her, his tongue dancing with hers as his fingers trailed up the inside of her thigh.
She moaned as his fingers teased her, never quite touching her, and the desire lit into an unbearable ache. She was desperate for him, he was taking her closer and closer to another orgasm. “Matt, please.” She wound her arms around his neck, her hands tight in his hair. “Please, Matt, I want to feel you inside me.”
He lowered his head to her shoulder, his body shaking. “Trust me, Lil, just trust me,” he pleaded, his voice ragged with lust.
“Always.” She bucked upwards as he increased the pressure of his touch. He was winding her higher and higher until she was exploding into a thousand pieces. He lowered onto her, and she registered why he’d made her come again. He pushed his hips forwards slowly, resting his weight on his arms as he buried his face in her neck. Shaking, he pushed his hips forward, sinking deeper until he was fully inside her.
This wasn’t like anything she’d ever experienced. She was stretched to the limit, almost beyond what she could bear. It hadn’t hurt—it wasn’t hurting. It was a fullness, a pinched feeling as her body tried to accommodate his size. She moved her hips experimentally, and he swore in her ear.
“Keep still, baby, please. Just…just…oh, fuck.” His voice was ragged, and triumph soared through her. She kissed his ear, a wave of love sweeping over her. He was hers now. She owned him, and she’d never let him go. She brought the soles of her feet up the outside of his legs, and he sank deeper into her, her name ripped from him in a groan. The shift was different for her too, it eased the pinched feeling and her muscles relaxed. She tentatively lifted her hips again, and the cry he gave made her move again under him.
“Shit. I am so fucking sorry.” He drew back from her till he was almost out of her.
She grabbed at him, clawing at his shoulders. “Don’t. Don’t leave me.”
“Never.” He thrust forwards and then drew back again. He repeated it twice and then went rigid. He jerked against her, gasping her name and expletives, before collapsing onto her, wrapping her in his arms.
Satisfaction and pleasure rippled through her, she was familiar enough with him to know he’d come inside her. He started to lift from her and she whined, tightening her hold on him.
“I have to take it off, Lil.” He kissed her and lifted away from her.
She winced, not expecting the sting, but it passed quickly. She turned onto her side, listening as he rustled around for a few seconds. He lay down facing her and draped a blanket over them. He pulled her into his arms, and she went willingly.
“Lily, sweetheart. I’m sorry if I hurt you,” he whispered by her ear.
“You didn’t hurt me.” She traced a finger over his abs and kissed his chest. “It was amazing.”
“You’re so perfect I couldn’t last. I didn’t make you come.”
“Yeah, you did. Twice, remember?”
“No, I mean when I was in you. I wanted you to come first.”
“Next time. We can practise.” She lifted her head and kissed his chin, never wanting to move again.
“That’s a good idea. We can add it to our ongoing experiment on getting each other off.”
“Well, I’m game if you are.” She cuddled into him.
“Shit, I love you.”
If you enjoyed this scene, you can find the rest of the Seer books at:
Book 1: www.books2read.com/lily
Book 2: www.books2read.com/denial
Book 3: www.books2read.com/deceptivesecrets
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The Sweetest Kind of Sorry
I felt Croft coming long before he reached the house. It was late in the evening, but it was hard for me to sleep in this haunted house, this mansion surrounded by loose, wild-blooming roses and pockets of sunken grass where the earth had caved toward the graves. I was reading in front of the fire in the library when someone tangled in the lines of my magic strung around the grounds. As my feet hit the hardwood floor, my book tumbled out of my lap. The thud reverberated in the quiet room.
When he pushed through my wards, the lines of magic yanked tight around my chest and stole the breath from my lungs. I drew a rushed breath in, and inhaled that familiar warm, spicy cologne and the scent that was Croft’s own, full of earth and sunshine.
The heavy velvet curtains were drawn over the floor-to-ceiling windows behind me, but I didn’t need to open them. My magic spun a picture: the big shadow crossing under the low-slung, waving branches of the willow trees. He was silent as a whisper, his boots barely crunching over the white gravel. Then the vision shifted; the house was in front of me, the stone mansion black and ominous under silver-gray storm clouds, and the wand was heavy in my hand as I swept it back and forth, clearing the wards.
I shook my head, which felt heavy, as if seeing through Croft’s eyes had drained my energy. Was this vision purely my power—returned after all these years with a vengeance—or was it my connection to Croft that raised his scent in my nose and curled my bare toes
against the cold floor in anticipation? Anxiety snaked through my stomach, and I glanced quickly at my reflection in the mirror above the mantle, illuminated as much by the silver moonlight through the windows as by the two flickering lanterns.
Let’s be honest here; I hadn’t been expecting visitors. The woman who stared back at me in the mirror had golden-brown hair pulled into a floppy bun and an oversized sweatshirt that said It’s Corum University Not Decorum University. Hey, even a university of magic has spring break.
This was not how I wanted to greet an old flame. I yanked my hair tie out and shook my hair back from my shoulders before stripping off the sweatshirt. Once I stood naked in the library, shivering, I reached out for the magic that danced in the air. As I visualized a warm, soft sheet of magic, I wrapped it around my body. When I turned back to the mirror, I wore an iridescent rose-gold dress that clung to my every curve—such as those curves were—before it flared in a wide, dramatic skirt. The ground shifted under my feet and I reached out to catch myself on the edge of the desk as delicate heels rose, the straps like tendrils wrapping around my ankles.
I’m my own fucking fairy godmother.
Croft was arrogant enough to come in the front door, so I headed for the foyer, an enormous, cold, stone two-story room, as dark as the night outside. My heels were a faint clicking, lost in the expanse of the corridor.
A crack of lightning filled the foyer with light, that glowed bright behind my eyelids even when it had passed, and then the rumble of thunder followed. The hard wind caught the door, and it slammed against the wall.
Croft filled the doorway, with his big shoulders and his military-straight spine and that lean taper of his waist all silhouetted as lightning struck again, close, filling the world with a painful golden glow before the night darkened once more. His hands hung loose at his sides now, not that it mattered. I knew how fast Croft could reach his wand.
“I didn’t think they’d send you,” I said, by way of greeting.
