Page 17 of Protect My Heart

There it is. I press against that spot while I suck on her clit.

Her nails scrape against my scalp and she presses herself to my mouth.

“Coming!” she calls.

Her pussy pulses beneath me, the walls squeezing my fingers as I lap up the remnants of her climax. I kiss above her mound and then roll off of her so I’m on my back on the bed.

“I am deceased,” she says.

“Oh, that’s unfortunate.” I turn my head to look at her and she’s facing me, but her eyes are closed. “Do you need sleep?”

One eye pops open. “Before I get your dick? I don’t think so.”

I laugh. “Oh, did you want something else?”

She crawls on top of me. “You’re hilarious.”

“And wow. Don’t forget about that.”

She reaches behind her and grips my dick while she’s straddling my stomach. “Be careful, Captain Safety, I’ve got your family jewels in my hand.” Then she repositions herself and sinks down on my cock.

I grip her hips. “Fuck, Daphne. You feel so goddamn good.” I run my palms up her body and cup her tits. “You look like a fucking queen up there riding my dick.”

“Your queen,” she says.

“Damn straight you are.”

She presses her hands to mine and our fingers entwine as she gently rocks herself on me. Our eyes lock and it’s the single most intimate moment of my life. I want to tell her all my truths. That I fell so hard for her the moment we met, I went and bought an engagement ring that night. That I’ve been carrying that ring around in my truck ever since. That I love her unique brand of chaos and I want to wake up to her smart mouth every morning for the rest of forever.

Instead, I just watch her fuck me and I try not to come, because I want nothing more than to paint her insides with my release.

This isn’t fucking. She’s making love to me, and it feels like a mating of our souls.

I press my body upwards so our chests are flush and I wrap my arms around her. The slight change of our position changes my angle inside her, and I’m so deep.

“Fletch,” she whispers. Her smoky grey eyes lock on mine and I feel the flutters in her pussy.

“You going to come again, Firecracker? You going to soak my dick?”

Her lips part and she gasps.

“That’s it, Daphne, come with me.” My climax rockets through me and she pulses around me while I empty myself inside her slick channel.

We stay locked in that position. That was a nearly spiritual experience. It’s not until I’m in the bathroom cleaning myself off that I realize we didn’t use a condom.

I mean, I’m not worried. I’d knock her up tomorrow if she’d let me, but we should have discussed it. I should have mentioned something. I go back into her bedroom with an apology on my lips. But I find my sweet Firecracker snuggled on her side asleep.

I crawl into the bed with her and pull her against my body. I kiss her head and whisper how much I love her. She can sleep now, and we’ll have to just discuss the rest in the morning.

chapter twelve

Daphne

I wake up deliciously sore and alone.

I sit up frowning, clutching the sheet to my chest. There’s definitely a head indentation on the pillow next to me, so I didn’t imagine him holding me in our sleep.

“Fletcher?” I call out, but there’s no answer.