Page 44 of Deking at Love
He dropped his head and looked down, fascinated by the rise and fall of their joined bodies.She arched her back, presenting him with her pebbled nipples, and he latched on, working each one over with his tongue and teeth while she undulated beneath him, emitting throaty little noises that heated his blood to boiling.He rose up and drove into her hard, making them both gasp, before he settled into a measured rhythm.
She met his thrusts, moaning, “So good, Sam.”Her fingertips dug into his flesh, and he vaguely registered they’d leave marks he’d proudly wear.
Picking up speed, his hips pistoned as he slid in and out of her body.She curled her pelvis upward, increasing the friction, elevating it to a nearly unbearable level.He fought to keep his eyes open while riding the wave, mesmerized by the shifting expressions on her face.They contorted and corkscrewed between ecstasy and torment.
Nothing and no one before her could compare to how she looked and felt in this moment.
Finally, he squeezed his lids shut and basked in the sensations washing over him.Their dance verged on violent as they chased their orgasms, his thrusts pounding into her, their bodies sliding and slamming together over and over and over.Primal grunts and growls rolled through him.He couldn’t hold out much longer.
Holding his weight on one arm, he slid his hand to where they were joined and zeroed in on that one spot.Her cries escalated, and as she reached her climax, she shouted his name and clenched down hard.
His rhythm grew erratic, uncontrolled, as that welcome fire pooled at the base of his spine and shot through him.His body convulsed, following her over that bright edge.Fireworks exploded inside his head, a kaleidoscope of fiery colors against the blank backdrop of his mind.With an expletive-laced roar, he came in a cascade of sparklers until there was nothing left.
Moments later, he grew aware of every part of his body.He panted against the crook of her neck, his forearm still bracing her leg, his heaving chest slicked against hers.
He released her leg and lifted his head as he fought to even his breath.“Sorry if I got a little carried away,” he gasped.“Are you okay?”He couldn’t recall coming that hard before or losing control to the point of near unconsciousness.
“I’m fine,” she purred.“More than fine.”A satisfied little smile curved her lips, and something opened inside him.He knew what being a god felt like.He also knew what falling in love felt like.
Chapter 15
Delirium Is a State of Mind
Slowly,likeaveilbeing lifted, Sam’s consciousness began crystallizing.He remained lodged inside Angie, awash in an afterglow of bliss, and he was content to float right where he was for the rest of his life.
“How’s your ankle?”Though delivered in a throaty, sexy tone, Angie’s question nonetheless jarred him from his pleasant drift.
He nuzzled her neck.“What ankle?”He couldn’t feel much of anything right now after the detonating climax that had nearly made him black out when he’d let go.
He lifted his torso and peered at her.She looked up at him as he hovered above her, her smile lazy and satisfied, her hair fanned across the pillow like fine golden threads.She was beautiful.
“I never did get our brownies,” she sighed.
He shook with a laugh.Who needed sweets—or anything else—when he had just been rocked like he’d never been rocked before?What they’d done was on a level of its own, a next-level plane he never knew existed.But the explosive experience they’d shared couldn’t have been just sex.As single-minded as he was, even he knew this.What he’d felt was a powerful connection, something beyond this dimension.It was a … Words buzzed through his mind but failed him.Maybe because most of the blood in his body was still rerouting itself to his brain.
Reluctant to leave the warm cradle of Angie’s body, Sam lowered his weight back onto her, pressing her into the mattress with a vague awareness that his upper back stung from where her fingernails had broken his skin.A prideful smile tugged at his mouth.
God, he already longed to earn fresh tracks in his skin.Drive her to that frenzied edge so he could feel the bite of her nails and hear her scream out his name.
Obviously, I am delirious.
He peppered kisses along her jaw, her cheek, across her eyes, mumbling, “I don’t want brownies.”
Her fingers plowed through his hair, adding another layer of tingles to the ones still circulating in his bloodstream.“No?Whatdoyou want?”
He raised his head once more, letting a sly smile form.“I want to do what we just did all over again.”
Her eyes widened.Had he gone too far?Yeah, maybe blurting out the truth wasn’t the smoothest move, but in his defense, he was still riding that high he’d climbed.Yep, delirious.
Her lips curled in a sexy smile, and relief flooded him.“You might need the carbs if you’re planning on a repeat performance.”
He lowered his head, inspecting the rosy splotches across her chest and breasts.He softly kissed each of her beautiful pink peaks, eliciting a delightful giggle.His dick twitched with interest.No, he wasn’t going to need the sugar.Just a little recovery time and being able to touch her like this.Hopefully, she wouldn’t kick him out of her bed before he could get his fill … if getting his fill was even possible.
He rose, chuckling when she complained.“I’m gonna clean up and be right back,” he assured, tucking the covers under her chin.“Keep my spot warm.”
As he padded into her bathroom, he ignored the throb in his ankle.After disposing of the condom, he inspected what he could of his back in the mirror.“Lucky devil,” he congratulated himself.Yeah, he’d gladly wear those marks like badges of honor.
When he returned, she lifted the covers.Pausing a moment, he reveled in the sight of his beautiful angel on display.
