But she also knew he was going to need a few minutes to recover, so she took a step back. “Drink?”

   “Yeah.” He downed the contents of his glass of water in a few gulps. “Now I need a refill. I’ll be right back.”

   “Okay.”

   She grabbed her glass of water and took several swallows, then set it back on the nightstand. She climbed onto the bed, unable to resist sliding her hand between her legs to massage the incessant, throbbing ache that Flynn had built up within her. It felt good to build up that tension again, to feel herself climbing ever closer to orgasm.

   “Hey, you started without me.”

   She looked up to find Flynn standing in the doorway.

   She tapped her fingers on her sex. “Maybe. But I won’t finish without you.”

   “Good.” He took several long swallows of water from his glass, set it on the table, then climbed on the bed next to her. “Now, where were we?”

   “I was needing another orgasm.”

   “Oh, right.” He gently pushed her to lie down, then slid his hand between her legs. “You’re wet. Did sucking me turn you on?”

   She turned her head to look at him. “Incredibly.”

   His fingers teased her in ways that made her arch against his hand. “It makes my dick hard when I lick your pussy. You taste amazing, and the way you writhe against my face makes my balls pull up tight. All I can think about then is sliding inside of you.”

   He tucked a finger inside of her, using his thumb to swirl over her clit. She gasped at the sensations.

   “You grip my finger tight, just the same way you clench around my cock when I’m inside of you, Amelia. Can you feel it?”

   She was so close. “Yes.”

   He fucked his finger in and out of her, then used the heel of his hand to rub against her clit. She grabbed hold of his wrist and held his hand right where she wanted it.

   “That’s it,” he said. “You control it. Tell me what you need.”

   “Right there. Now harder.” She lost herself in the movements of his hand, the way he watched her face. She was locked on his eyes, and when he bent to kiss her, she whimpered against his mouth and went over into orgasm, arching up against his hand. It was pure bliss to fall so deliciously into her climax, giving full control over to Flynn, who mastered her body with every movement of his fingers and hand.

   He removed his fingers but still pet her body with light touches, keeping her fully connected to him. She also noticed his rock-hard erection pressing against her hip. It didn’t take long before those featherlight touches grew bolder, and he’d brought her around to full arousal once again.

   In between panting and moaning, she said, “You’re really good at this.”

   He grinned. “At what?”

   “Turning me on.”

   “Yeah, you do the same to me.” He leaned over and grabbed a condom, put it on, then rolled over on his back. “Ride me.”

   She quivered at the thought of climbing on top of him and being able to slide her hands over his body. She straddled him, easing down over his rigid shaft. He held on to her hips and thrust up as she sat down on him, the contact between them electrifying. She could feel him swelling inside of her and she stilled, content to just . . . feel.

   “Good?” he asked.

   She made a happy moaning sound. “Incredible. You feel so good inside of me.”

   She began to move, sliding forward, then back, her clit dragging across him, sending shocks of pleasure to her core. “Oh, so good.”

   “Lean forward. I need to touch your breasts.”

   She did, and he brushed his thumbs over her nipples, sending shock waves into her pussy. She tightened around him and stilled, feeling the waves of orgasm threatening.

   Oh, no. Not yet. She wanted more of this wickedly delicious feeling to continue. She let her hands roam over his chest, digging her nails into his shoulders as she lifted off of his cock, only to make a slow slide down over him again, repeating the movement and watching his eyes darken in reaction.

   His breathing deepened, his nostrils flared, and with every movement of her body against his, she felt more connected to him in ways she’d never thought possible. Yes, it felt good, but when he took her hand and twined his fingers with hers, drawing her lips to his for a kiss, she felt a blast of emotion that nearly blinded her in its intensity.

   Forcing herself to keep it physical, she drew back, smiled down at him, then rocked against him.

   “What you do to me,” he whispered against her mouth, lifting against her to give her exactly what she needed.

   She responded with an “Mmmm,” lost in sensation, in the quickly spiraling knots of pleasure signaling her orgasm was imminent. And when it hit, she straightened, grinding against him so he was buried deep within her. Flynn groaned and went with her, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust over and over into her, his body shuddering against her.

   She was shaking as she fell on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her, the two of them sweat soaked and embracing while they breathed heavily together. She didn’t know how long she stayed like that. Long enough that her limbs started to cramp. Only then did she climb off and head into the bathroom. Flynn followed and dragged her into the shower with him for a quick rinse. They dried off and she took a couple of sips of water to quench her thirst, then followed Flynn into bed.

   She’d thought about heading home, but she was so tired—she’d had quite a few glasses of wine and more than a few orgasms, and the idea of cuddling up next to Flynn and falling asleep was too damn appealing.

   He curled his arm around her and she was asleep in less than a minute.

 

 

FIFTEEN

 

   Amelia woke early to find herself alone in bed. She turned on the bedside lamp so she could search out her clothes. She couldn’t remember where they’d been flung the night before. Surprisingly, they were all neatly folded on the chair by the bed, her boots sitting next to the chair.

   Flynn must have done that. Her heart squeezed at the sweet gesture. She went into the bathroom to wash up and found Flynn’s toothpaste on the counter, so she used some of it to finger brush her teeth, then fluffed her hair as best she could, got dressed and went downstairs.

   Flynn was in the kitchen and she smelled coffee. She really needed a cup of coffee.

   “Hey, you’re awake. You want coffee?”

   “Desperately.”

   He poured her a cup of coffee and handed it to her. She went to the refrigerator to add some cream, then took a few sips of the eye-jolting brew.

   “Oh, yes. Now I’m going to live.”




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