“Fate...I’m gonna…” he moans.
When I’ve sucked him in as deep as he can go, I swallow around him. That’s all it takes. He’s exploding down my throat, and I devour every drop even as my own orgasm crashes through me, soaking my fingers. Panting, I slowly lick him clean, not wanting to miss out on one drop of his salty taste on my tongue. When I sit up, his eyes open and find mine, looking at me with raw, possessive need, and I’ll be damned if I’m not willing to sacrifice myself on the altar of his body.
He sits up just long enough to kick off his shorts, then grabs my hips and pulls me forward so that I’m straddling him. Grasping my hand, he slowly brings it to his mouth. The second he wraps those sultry lips of his around the first finger, sucking the evidence of my orgasm off, followed by the second, and the third, I’m about ready to detonate again right then and there. Pretty sure I’m grinding down on Quetzi involuntarily, my body taking over since I’m incapable of coherent thought.
My mouth drops to his, our kiss still almost frantic in our need. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it’s the sexiest damn thing I’ve experienced in the last hundred years.
I’m panting as I pull back enough to look into his eyes. His want and need are amplifying my own, but underneath the haze of desire and passion is a wealth of affection and...love. It’s like taking a sip of spiked coffee and feeling the heat moving through me as it warms me up from the inside out, finding all of the coldness inside and banishing it with barely any effort at all. I’ve been frozen for so long that the thaw feels absolutely incredible.
Emotion bubbles up within me, making my throat tight and my eyes tear up. With our lips a mere breath apart, I whisper, “I love you too, you know.”
His eyes widen for a moment before a sparkling intensity appears. A gentle sweep of his thumb brushes away the stray tear as it trails down my cheek. “I’m so glad we found you.”
“Let’s never lose each other again, okay?” I beg softly.
“Never,” he promises before murmuring roughly, “Now. Are you ready for round two, echo?”
“Echo?”
“Because our feelings are an echo of each other’s,” he says before a smirk tilts his well-kissed lips. “And...Echo might also be a badass female comic book character.”
“Marvel or DC?”
“Marvel.”
“Hmm...I approve then.”
His eyes get a mischievous glint and my eyes go wide as my stomach flips at the seriously naughty look that crosses his sexy face right before he unexpectedly rolls us so he’s on top.
And that’s a perfect 10 from the Russian judge!
She squeals, her laughter sparking a light in my soul that’s been missing for so long, and I want more. I bury my face into her hair, her scent surrounding me. I’ve always wanted this woman, even when I thought I could never have her, and now the need is practically a living thing inside me, demanding to be released. Against everything my body wants, I rein it in. Now is the time for reassurance and rebuilding, not just simple sex. Not that anything with her could ever be simple.
“Should we pick up where we left off?” she asks silkily.
Pulling back, my eyes meet hers. “Is that a legitimate question?”
She grins. “Not really. I just had to give the illusion that I was asking for permission.”
Her arms wrap around my neck and we’re nose to nose, both grinning like little kids. It’s not really a sexual move, more one that speaks of intimacy, a desire to be close, to share, to connect. Her body is laid out beneath mine as I prop myself up on my elbows, her legs coming up to wrap around my waist. Her warmth has my hips bucking involuntarily.
“You don’t ever need permission. You have an open-ended invitation to use my body for whatever nefarious purposes may run through that titillating brain of yours.”
“I love it when you use big words like that. It turns me on.”
“Does it now? Guess I need to rein in my concupiscence around you.”
“Mmmm...more.”
“I’m positively libidinous with your body beneath mine.”
She moans playfully. “God, you’re so hot when you go all sexy nerd on me.”
“Well, you give me all of these lascivious thoughts.”
“Are you going to keep talking, or are we ever going to copulate?”
“Oh, I’m definitely ready for coitus,” I growl, dropping my head and nipping the tender spot where her neck and shoulder meet. Her laughter turns into a moan, but this time it’s not playful at all.
“God, yes. Please!” she simpers, her body doing some weird shimmy before she looks up at me. “Finally!”
The second we’re skin on skin, I realize what that shimmy was. Her wiggling out of her leggings. She’s a Houdini, and I’m mesmerized. My dick suddenly meets her warm wetness, all thoughts of just how she did it gone and it’s my turn to groan. She rolls her hips, and I grit my teeth, my body urging me to join us. Complete this connection. Make her mine. Now. But my mind wants to brand itself onto hers. Mark her in more than just a sexual way. Make us one in all ways.
Pushing myself up on one hand, I grasp the hem of her tank top. She lifts her arms, and together, we pull it off. We’re both completely bare and I swear my soul sighs. Finally, it repeats. Lowering myself so we’re touching, chest to chest, our eyes lock onto each other. My length slides through her wetness, my hips thrusting slightly, back and forth, despite my resolve to take this slow. It just feels too damn good.
She rolls her hips in a way that has my dick primed in the perfect position, the tip notched in her heat, and I thrust without thinking. It’s not fast. There’s no hesitation, but it’s exquisitely slow. It’s a constant movement, her heat surrounding me inch by delectable inch. And she’s tight. Too tight. I should probably pull back, give her more time to adjust, but as I go to do just that, her heels dig into my ass, pushing me in harder, faster, and before I realize it, I’m fully seated inside her.
Fuck!
My forehead meets hers, and we stay like that. Fully connected for the first time in a hundred years and it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I can’t believe it was anything like this all those years ago. There’s no way it could’ve been. Because this is perfection.
“I love you,” she whispers.
My head comes up enough to see the emotions shining in her gray eyes, and I’m captivated all over again. “And I love you, echo.”
She kisses me then. It’s slow and sweet, sparking to life the ghost of a memory in my mind as my body begins to move. Not all the details are clear, just hints of them imprinting themselves over one another. Her tongue sliding against mine. Our bodies entwined the way they are now. My hardness sliding in and out of her exquisite softness is torturously slow, drawing out both of our pleasure. Both of us drowning in the intimacy of two separate moments in time that combine into one glorious surge of emotion. And then it’s gone, and I’m back in the here and now as the kiss becomes more intense. My body moves faster, responding the only way it knows how. Each thrust pushing her further up the bed.
For a moment, I’m scared that I’m losing control. Hurting her. I pull back, but before I can ask, she says, “More, Mack. Make me yours.”