“Oh my god!” I groan, lost in the pleasure of her body cradling me. Her soft, velvety walls locked around my aching dick, throttling the hell out of me until I can barely breathe.
“Shit, Uptown. You feel amazing. So wet, so damn tight.”
She moans and her hips wriggle under me, making my vision blank out for a moment.
“Stop moving, baby. Just give me a second. I don’t want this to be over yet,” I groan, yanking at my tenuous control.
She stills and I breathe deep, closing my eyes, just feeling her. I lean forward and run my nose along her throat, drinking in the scent of her. A soft, sweet floral scent that I’ve never smelled anywhere but on her. I can’t forget it. It’s lodged in my brain. Burrowed into my bones.
I roll over and she squeals, her brown eyes wide with surprise. “Ride me, Charity. Ride me like you own me. Because you damn sure do. I’m never going to forget this moment. Forget how beautiful you look. Like a freaking Valkyrie riding off into the clouds of war. Proud, beautiful and wild.”
She groans and her hips circle as she grinds down on my hips. Her core flutters around me and I moan, reaching up to tweak her nipples lightly. Then harder when she moans, “more.”
Round and round and up and down, our bodies dance together in a lusty rhythm as timeless as the world. As nature and all its wonders.
My hands wrap in the long tresses of her raven hair, tugging her head back until her back bows and she growls, circling harder, faster.
My hips thrust up into her silky heat and I can feel that buzz of electricity building up in the base of my spine, spreading outwards like an electric shock running up and down my body.
“Oh god. I love watching you. Love the way you look when you use me for your pleasure.”
“Yours too,” she huffs, her hips grinding down on mine hard, just as I thrust up. The edges of my vision blur and the tingling in my spine spreads outwards to my extremities until I feel my cock harden, my balls drawing up and then she screams and her body pulses around me. Literally milking me.
“Yes, yes!” she screams and I growl, tangling my hands in her hair, jerking her to me, kissing her hard as I thrust crazily up into her until I fill her with my release.
She falls across me and then snorts out a laugh.
“What the hell?” I ask, still struggling to catch my breath.
“I think I’m ticklish down there.”
My eyebrows lift and I laugh. “You’re ticklish down there? You didn’t laugh when I had my tongue buried in your sweetness.”
“Hmmm. I don’t know. Something made me laugh.”
She yawns and curls up against me, her eyes falling shut, her breathing slowing.
“I love you, Jameson. I never thought I’d find someone like you.”
I run my fingers through her soft, silky hair, smiling when she sighs and pushes her head into my palm. “I didn’t think angels like you existed, princess. I’m happy I was wrong.”
A soft snore is my only answer but I close my eyes, exhaustion creeping up on me. My hands tighten around her and I drift off, content that I’m where I’m supposed to be.
I’m home.
* * *
“No! NO!” Screaming wakes me from a deep, dreamless sleep. Little hands hit and slap and I duck as one hand skitters past my cheek, hitting me hard.
“Damn, what the hell?” I open my eyes and see Charity fighting. Tears pour down her pale cheeks. Her eyes are still closed and it’s obvious she’s dreaming. But these aren’t sweet dreams.
“Hey, little one. Hey, it’s all right. Slow down. Take a breath. Come on, baby. Come back to me.”
Slowly, her tear-washed eyes open and my heart clenches in my chest. I run my thumbs down her cheeks, catching the tears and wiping them away. “It’s alright, baby. I’m right here.”
She shakes her head wildly and more tears roll down her pale cheeks. “I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have…. This is wrong.”
Pain ripples through my body and I feel the sting of her words all the way to my heart.
