She heard animal, wanton moans in her ears and barely even recognized them as her own. Her muscles felt frozen, locked in place by the ecstasy, but really she was working herself on his cock. Fucking him from the front, she rode out her own orgasm with such sexual energy that he held still behind her, let her work herself through it.
When the feeling finally began to recede, she sagged against the vanity. Resting on her elbows. But this just provided a new angle for him. He gripped her hips so tightly she thought she might bruise, but it felt good. It felt safe and secure. He pulled out almost to the tip and fed himself back into her. Drawing groans from both of them.
“Mine,” he ground out through gritted teeth and she turned her cheek to the cool wooden top of the vanity and nodded her head. She pushed her ass back onto him and was pleased at the slapping sound of skin on skin.
“Yes,” she moaned. “It’s yours, Amos.”
The second she said his name, he found his rhythm. He slammed into her over and over, knocking the piece of furniture she leaned on into the wall. Their pants came out in tandem, rough and ragged.
She looked up into the mirror again and saw him staring hard at the place where he entered her. Like he was hypnotized. He was as under the spell of their love making as she was. She dropped her hand to her clit and he pounded into her even faster. He liked it when she played with herself. He always had.
“Oh, you’re close, baby. I can tell when you squeeze me like that,” he panted as he gripped her hips and rode her faster. And she was close. Watching him rut her like an animal in the mirror had turned her on more than almost anything in her entire life. His face was tight with lust and concentration, the skin over his bulging muscles was damp and glistening. His body pumped into her with feral ferocity.
“Come on it, baby. Come on it,” he commanded and she did, just as hard as last time. This time her eyes clamped closed so that nothing would distract her from permanently remembering the feeling of him exploding inside her at the same second. His warmth flooded her womb. She clamped down on him like a fist. He pumped into her fast and deep. Halfway through coming he fell forward, her back to his chest, and he kept pumping into her. His mouth opened on her shoulder and his teeth clamped firmly down. The pain shot to her nipples, and down to her clit which she pinched between her fingers. She was coming from somewhere deep inside her body. Where she didn’t even know she could come.
They sagged against one another and the vanity. Completely spent. He picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. He flicked on the taps and put them both in the tub while it was still filling up. She lay on top of him, her back to his front, and looked at the ceiling. She was completely dazed by what just happened. She’d never in her life felt pleasure like that. She hadn’t even known it existed.
He reached up and turned off the rushing water after it filled the tub, delightfully warm.
“I’m in love with you,” he said. And she was immediately tossed out of her lazy stupor. She tried to turn in his arms to look at him but he pinned her to him so she couldn’t move. “I’m so in love with you, Lucy. I’ll give you anything you want, hatchling. Anything. You want to find a way to stay here four more years, well I guess I’ll figure it out. I’m not crazy about leaving Zara behind either. I’ll give you anything you want. But please don’t make me share you with him.” He pressed his nose into her wet hair and nuzzled her. “It’ll kill me dead.”
“No one else but you for the rest of my life,” she said to the air. This time he let her turn. The deep, moved expression on his face was her undoing. “I’m in love with you too. We’ll find a way to keep Zara safe. But not at the expense of him touching me. No one else but you gets to do that for the rest of my life.”
He pulled her against him and kissed the breath out of her. Her breasts crushed against his chest as he held her. Her legs floated to either side of his. He dragged her up his body a little further and kissed and sucked her neck.
“I love you,” he said, almost tentatively, as if he were experimenting with saying it out loud. He insinuated himself between her legs and thrust into her and at the same second he pushed her down on his cock.
She cried out in pleasure. How was it possible that he just kept making her feel better and better? “I love you,” she moaned into his mouth, and started riding him.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Lovebirds. Oh, darling lovebirds,” a voice sang.
Lucy felt sleep loosen its grip on her. But she sat up the second she felt Amos’s warmth leave her side. She had to blink her eyes at the sight she was seeing. She wasn’t sure it was real.