My thighs begin to shake from the delicious friction he’s creating as his expression smolders.
“Fuck,” he whispers hoarsely, “you’re so goddamn perfect.”
His praise sends me into orbit as I rock against him, fueling the fire. Just as I start to come apart, he lifts me and thrusts in slightly. I tighten around him as the orgasm takes hold, the wave crashing into me so abruptly that I score his chest with my nails.
“Easy, Beauty,” he grits out as the shudder subsides. Sweat beads at my temple as pain and pleasure mingle in the most delicious mix. “I know you’re sore.”
“I don’t care. I want you, please, Easton, now,” I grind my hips in demand while trying to accommodate his size. As wet as I am, and even after the orgasm, I struggle to take him in.
“Damn.” Easton stills my hips, keeping my gaze before gently easing into me with prodding thrusts. I call his name as he slowly feeds me every delicious inch until I’m fully seated. Impaled on his perfect dick, he releases my hips, and I take over, palming the back of his thighs for leverage while slowly starting to circle my hips.
Jaw slack, eyes hooding, Easton gazes up at me like no one else on earth exists. And I feel that truth because when we’re connected like this, for me, no one else does.
“Everything,” he groans, gently pumping up and into me as I swivel my hips. “Every fucking thing about you,” he rasps out.
Together, we sync into perfect rhythm as I stare down at him, drunk on his expression, on the feelings he’s drawing out of me. Using the pad of his finger, Easton begins to lazily trail the chain around my waist, gliding his finger back and forth in a hypnotizing sweep in time with my hips. We maintain our silent tempo as I widen my thighs to take him deeper. His eyes go molten at the richer connection, his expression one of bewilderment.
I murmur his name, hearing the emotion in my tone, and his finger stops as he searches my gaze. Unable to voice what I’m feeling, I pray he can read my thoughts now as he seems to do so easily because what I feel for him in this moment is indescribable. In an instant, he lifts to sit, cradling the sides of my face. It’s there he holds me captive, as I vibrate inside my skin, on the precipice of handing myself over while giving him a clear view of the emotional overload—withholding nothing.
“Let go, baby,” he urges softly, “I’m coming with you.” My heart rockets as his words surround me. Knowing he’s with me in every way that matters, physically, spiritually, emotionally, I leap.
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Mumford & Sons
Easton
“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty,” I murmur against her temple resting on my chest as Joel pulls the SUV to a stop.
She rouses, her hand sliding up my chest as she lifts and glances out of the window. “Where are we?”
“A private airstrip at Love Field.” Covering her hand with mine, I raise my chin to Joel in the rearview. “Give us a minute, would you, man?”
“Sure,” Joel replies, winking at Natalie before making a quick exit.
“What the hell?” she turns to me, voice still coated in sleep. “Easton, please tell me you did not charter a plane to get me home.”
“I did not charter a plane to get you home,” I repeat robotically before she playfully slaps my chest.
“Seriously? I could have flown commercial. It’s like fifteen minutes in the air from Dallas to Austin.”
“I promised to get you home and tuck you in by midnight. This is the only way to keep half of that promise because if I tuck you in, I’m not going to make it to my next show.”
“I understand,” she smiles. “I really do. I don’t want to leave you either. Especially now.” She leans in and presses a kiss to my throat.
Briefly, I flashback to a memory of the way she looked hovering above me as I stroked the chain secured around her waist. The feel of her wet heat clenching around me as she stared back at me was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed. But it was the feeling bouncing between us that burned that moment into memory as one I’ll never forget.
My attraction for her hums through me now—a beastly threat that I, in no way, want to cage. Even if the depth of what I already feel for her intimidates me, I won’t do a single thing to stop it. It’s the ferocity in which I want her—in my need to possess her—that has me leaping over hurdles I’ve never dared attempt before. This is why it’s important we finish this conversation before she takes off. She presses another kiss to my throat before pulling back to trace my jaw.