With our chests pressed tight together and his legs tangled with mine, he feels wholly inhuman and powerful. It feels like every part of him is vibrating, coursing through me, holding me captive. Pinned to him, with my arms trapped at my side, and exposing my body. I’m completely at his mercy. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. Totally vulnerable while he slams his dick in and out of my body.
I’m probably already crying when I come the second time, his grunting body locked to mine when he finally buries himself deep, and with a final terrifying push that makes me jerk my head back from him.
“Mine,” he hisses, shuddering as he comes. I feel it filling me, hot splashing against my walls. “Mine,” he repeats, shuddering as aftershock roll through him several times before he slowlypulls out of me. The cool breeze highlights where his cum is dripping down the inside of my leg, marking me.
I’m panting, and when I finally start to come back to earth I realize we are very high above the earth. Probably a hundred feet above the treetops, judging by the tiny people below us. The view is beautiful, but looking down pitches my stomach.
“Ant. We are too high.” I grab a handful of his fur and press my face into his chest.
“What?” He sounds unaware of his surroundings. “Oh, shit. I am sorry, my flame. Do not worry. I have you.”
His arms circle me, tender and sweet. My stomach leaps again, the way it moves when an elevator descends. He is whispering comforting compliments the entire trip, not stoping his sweet ministrations until his feet touch the ground.
His claspers release my hips, but he doesn’t set me down.
“Ant?” I murmur tentatively as he rearranges me in his arms. I honestly don’t know if I could walk right now.
“You are coming home with me, back to my nest,” he whispers into my ear. He holds me with one hand while the other collects the items we left on the forest floor.
I don’t protest. He flies me to his house. I haven’t been inside it since the first time we met, but everything feels the same. There’s a pile of children’s toys in the corner of his living room, and hanging by the front door is a familiar painting. It’s beautiful—a woman surrounded by flames. I know it wasn’t there before because it’s Kelly’s painting. One from her show.
“You bought this?” I ask.
“Of course,” he calls from across the apartment as he throws his armful of clothing into his hamper.
“Why?”
“Besides the obvious, I wanted to support your friend.”
“What’s the obvious part?” I ask.
He looks at me strangely. “Because it’s a painting of you.”
“No,” I protest. The painting is of a force of nature. That’s not me in my knock off Chuck Taylors and the hair that was only half dry when I left the house.
His hand scoops up my chin. He is suddenly very close. “Yes, my flame.”
I catch his bright red gaze and feel my cheeks heat.
“You are a force to be reckoned with. Passionate, intelligent, driven, beautiful. I love you, Piper.” He smiles when he says it. Like it’s the easiest four words in the world.
I laugh awkwardly. Really awkwardly. Right in his face. He doesn’t even flinch. If anything, his smile gets a little wider. Stupid. He is so stupid, and patient, and nice.
“Yes. Well…” I say, my face so very hot now. “You are pretty cool too. And I—love you too.”
“Do you mean it?” He moves just a little closer. “You don’t need to say it if you don’t mean it.”
“Yes. Yes. Of course I mean it. You are great! Sexy! Smart! Good dick! Nice to kids! Nice to me! You are the complete package! The perfect mate! I love you!” I declare, throwing my hands into the air with a laugh. “Are you happy?”
“Very happy, my flame.” He dips in to kiss me, and soon, we are spread across his bed again. We bang two and a half times, before we finally succumb to sleep, curled together in a nest of blankets. I don’t remember ever feeling this satisfied or this safe.
1 I’m always ready to make a bit of a fool of myself in the name of good fun.
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Ant flies me home in the morning, I’d rather stay in bed with him, but I have to feed Mercutio and get some work done even on a Sunday.
