Page 86 of Sparrow

“Come here, baby.”

She comes without question, shedding clothes as she walks, and by the time she gets to me she’s stark naked, and so beautiful in the starlight that she takes my breath away. I strip out of my jeans and t-shirt, and then my boxers, letting my cock spring free. It’s hard and longing for her, the skin soft as velvet covering steel, and when she brushes her fingers across the head it jerks and I gasp.

Her touch is soft, almost hesitant as she takes me in her hand and starts to stroke me, but she may as well be made of fire. Electricity shoots through my body and I feel myself light up at her touch, like she’s the magic that I’ve been searching for my whole life. She strokes me deep, all the way to the root of my cock, and then pulls back, palming the head. Then she does it again.

And then again.

And now I’m the one having trouble keeping my voice to myself. I want to call up to the heavens above us, scream her name for everyone to hear. And I would, I think, if I had a voice to do it. But my voice is gone, swept away by her touch and the fact that this girl, this tiny angel, is touching me like I belong to her.

And fuck me, if I don’t.

She strokes me until I can’t stand it anymore and I take her hand off me, desperation surging through my veins.

“You’re going to finish me before I’m even in you,” I mutter.

She smiles and brushes her other hand against the precum beaded on the head of my cock.

“Well we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

God, this brat.

I lay on my back, taking her with me, and perch her above my cock, watching her. The moonlight is gilding her features now, turning her hair silver like she’s some sort of goddess, and when I pull her down on me, pulling until I’m fully seated in her, she turns her head to the sky and gasps.

I don’t know if I can stand the beautify of the moment. It’s rushing through my veins with something like quicksilver or fire or something in between, and before I know it I’m holding her while I pump my hips, desperate to get deeper into her, desperate for more connection. More emotion.

More Arden.

It doesn’t last long. I can’t. I’m too entranced, too caught up in her, to focus on making anything last. I’m moving hard, my desperation translating into deep, hard thrusts, when I feel the orgasm building. And fuck, I’m not ready. I’m not ready.

And yet I want to fill her so full that she never, ever forgets about me or how I feel inside her.

“Fuck, Arden, I can’t,” I mutter. “I’m going to... I can’t...”

She leans down, puts her lips against my ear, and whispers, “Come for me, Orion. Now.”

Her words are all I need. I rush over the edge and find her there, her body orgasming around me and pulling me somehow deeper as I shoot into her, her voice in my ear and her breath on my skin, and fuck me, this is heaven. This has to be heaven. Nothing could ever be better than this. My beautiful girl sitting on me and making me feel safer and more wanted than anyone has ever been in the history of the world.

This is the moment everything changes for me.

I know it.

I pull her down to lay on me and wrap my arms around her, trying to memorize the feel of her body. And without thinking about it, without even considering the repercussions, I turn my mouth toward her ear.

“I love you,” I whisper.

I feel her laugh.

“I know,” she murmurs.

And though she hasn’t said it back, my heart is flying and my blood is singing in my veins. Because in Arden’s world, saying those words are dangerous.

But she knows how I feel, and she hasn’t walked away.

She may not have said she loves me back. But she does. My heart is telling me so.

And that right there is something I never thought I’d experience in my life. Not until Arden Rossi walked into it.

Arden