Rolling my eyes, I fell back into my mountain of pillows, drowning in different shades of purple. “I told you that even though my couch is gorgeous and great for lounging, it isn’t great for anything other than extended naps.”
“Didn’t have a choice.”
I shot up then, my hair coming around my shoulders as I pointed at him. “Don’t you fucking dare, Top Gun.” I laughed at the scowl on his face. “I offered my bed to you last night and you said—”
“I would’ve fucked you until the sun came up and you needed your sleep,” he said simply.
My mouth snapped shut and my arm fell onto the comforter. My nipples pebbled under my tee, my breaths shortening. “You—you would’ve—”
“Fucked. You,” he repeated, his body tense.
I bit my lip, my core clenching with need, my clit tingling. My eyes dropped to his jeans, finding a bulge. He was big, bigger than any other man I’d slept with before him. He had a powerful body, and he knew how to use it. The memory of the way he fucked me that night came rushing forth, riding on the wave of desire that threatened to drown me, to swallow me whole. I was ready to get lost in it, to get lost in him.
“I wished you would’ve stayed that night,” I rasped, my voice thick, my cheeks hot. My eyes met his dilated ones. “I wanted you to fuck me in the sunlight the next morning. I wanted to see how bright your green eyes got while you moved inside me.”
His eyes closed, his nostrils flaring. “Fucking hell. You’re going to kill me, Temper.”
I pushed the blankets away slowly, revealing my legs. My hands shook as I hooked my fingers under the edge of my shirt and pulled it over my head. The cool air from the fan hit my skin, goose bumps rising on my breasts, puckered nipples, and soft tummy. I fell back into the pillows, hooking my thumbs under the sides of my pink thong. I paused, curled my legs, and looked at him.
My Superman was one second away from becoming untethered, his breaths slow and feral, jaw jumping, arms at his sides now. His eyes weren’t on my nearly naked body. No, they were on me, addiction shining within his dark pools of hidden truths and fearful secrets.
“No,” I whispered, “I have a feeling I’m going to save you.”
“Margo—” He cut himself off as I shimmied out of my thong. As I dropped it onto the floor, I let my legs fall open, revealing everything to him. His eyes left my face then, landing on my butterfly, dropping to my breasts, studying each one for a moment, trailing down my navel before finally landing on my damp core.
“Baby,” he whispered.
“I lied,” I whispered back. “I lied when I said I wasn’t yours.”
He pushed off the wall.
“I am yours,” I continued, palming my left breast, pinching the nipple. “I was yours the day you saved my life.”
He was standing at the edge of the bed now. “I was yours the second I laid eyes on you,” he whispered earnestly as he droppedto his knees. Before I could reply, he yanked me to the edge and put his face in my pussy, his tongue landing on my clit.
I moaned, my back snapping as I arched, knees curling, toes curling, my fingers curling into his hair. He growled against my center, his hands hooking around my thighs, guiding them over his shoulders as he kissed and nibbled the insides of my thighs. My clit was throbbing. “Hayes,” I breathed.
“Made a mistake leaving you that night,” he bit off just before the tip of his tongue flicked my clit again. “Made a mistake leaving the only bed I’ve ever been comfortable in.”
I stiffened, my eyes shooting open at his admission.
He didn’t give me a chance to process it. He latched on, sucking the oversensitive bundle of nerves until I saw white spots in my vision, small waves of pleasure hitting me. He kissed, sucked, and fucked me with his tongue, growling my name in worship, consuming me in a way I needed to be consumed. He was gentle yet overpowering. Dark yet light. My hero and my captor. Promising but damning in every sense of the word. My hips began to rock against him as I cried out for the mercy he wasn’t willing to give. Not now. Not when I was his again. He dragged his tongue from my entrance to the tip of my clit before pulling back, leaving me on the edge.
“No!” I cried, sweating and panting.
I looked down at him, across my sea of colors, finding his green, his gold, his purity, his goodness. He chuckled, unhooking a hand from my thigh. A second later, I felt him push a finger into me. He leaned back, watching his hand move, his chest heaving. “Please,” I begged. “Please, Superman.”
“Don’t call me that when I make you come,” he ordered, adding a second finger, curling them both. I felt a strange pressure inside, my walls fluttering. “You say my real name when you come for me.”
“What?” I gasped, the pressure building. My head fell back, my eyes rolling. “Hayes, what are you doing to me?”
His hand kept moving, fucking me rapidly. “Making you feel good. Stop being a brat and let me, yeah?”
“I—I—oh, God!” A raw moan left me as the pressure became too much, morphing into a pleasure I’d never known. I lifted my head, eyes wide, watching his jaw go slack, eyes on my cunt. “Hayes!”
“Yeah, fuck yeah,” he grunted as a rush of warmth flooded out, a clear liquid covering his arm. “That’s so fucking good,” he growled, his upper lip curling as he pulled his fingers out and shoved them back in. My legs began to shake as he repeated the movement. His mouth was back on me, my head was pressing into the mattress as a second climax overwhelmed me. I cried out, moaning, whimpering. My fingers pulled his hair, not to push him back but to pull him back into me. My hips moved on their own, grinding into his face. He groaned, pulling his hand away from my thigh. I heard his zipper go down and I lifted my head, panting at the sight of both his arms moving. One hand fucking me, the other fucking himself.
“Yes,” I hissed. “Please fuck your hand for me.” I felt his teeth then, nibbling at my clit, goose bumps covering me. Another one was coming. He growled against me, then his arms started moving faster. I wanted to see it. I needed to see it. My hips stopped moving, and he pulled his fingers out of me, his head snapping up. “Stand up and let me see it,” I commanded breathlessly. “I need to see it.”