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put her mouth on him. She knew what he tasted like, and she craved it. She craved him. It was an incomparably sweet ache that leavened every part of her day. She lived her life in a state of constant questioning.
Where will he be next? When will I see him again? In the living room? In the kitchen? Will we have time to shower together in the morning?
How can I bear to be apart from him for an entire day?
Sometimes they didn’t manage it, and they came together in a heated rush at lunchtime. Then they created a fire that burned so beautifully.
That was how she felt then, as she opened her mouth and took him in. She sucked on the broad head of his penis, swirling her tongue around the small slit at the tip. He swore, a low, rapid stream of unintelligible words, while his body turned rigid.
It hurts, it hurts, she wanted to tell him. But she had lost the capacity for telepathy. A tear slipped down her cheek from the ache of it. She opened her throat and took him all in. He pumped into her mouth, hips flexing. She could not get close enough, could not take him in deeply enough.
When he grasped her head in both hands and pulled her away, she made a needy sound and tried to pull him back to her. He refused, hauled her bodily up the bed and came between her knees. Then she understood what he wanted, and she welcomed him greedily.
“I can’t ever get enough of you,” he whispered against her mouth as he positioned the tip of his cock at her opening.
“Me neither. Hurry.” She gripped the back of his neck.
He pierced her, drew back and pierced her again, and that was the thing she needed, as they came together in the most intimate dance of all. She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, flexing inside in the way she knew would bring him the most pleasure.
He gasped, shook his head and quickened the rhythm. Then he leaned on one arm and slid a hand between them. She was so ready, she climaxed as soon as he touched her. A high, thin whine came out of her, and she shook all over as the exquisite ripples conquered her body.
He thrust harder and quicker, once, twice, and then he arched his back as his own climax came. She held her breath so that she could feel everything as the hard, thick length of him pulsed inside of her.
There. There. Such sweet, beautiful fire.
Chapter Nine
In the morning, Liam enjoyed a long, lovely cuddle in bed with Mommy and Daddy. Then he grew excited because Mommy and Daddy started getting ready to go somewhere. Often that meant he got to go somewhere too, and he liked exploring this new, sunny place.
They said things to each other like, “Do you have our sat phone?” And: “They’re bringing the boat to the pier on the beach.”
He would have preferred to fly, but a boat sounded promising. In fact everything sounded promising, but then Mommy started saying things like, “You get to have fun with Aunt Eva and Uncle Hugh this morning.”
He tried to ignore her, because sometimes she changed her mind, but soon it became clear that Mommy and Daddy were leaving, while he had to stay. When they kissed him and left, he turned exceedingly cranky. But it was hard to stay mad for long, because Aunt Eva and Uncle Hugh were fun.
He was determined to stay awake until Mommy and Daddy got home, but despite his best efforts his eyes grew heavy. Hugh carried him to the bedroom and tucked him in the crib. He watched with sleepy interest while Hugh checked the room. Hugh tugged at the handle of the closed window as he looked outside, then he pulled the curtains shut and left.
Liam yawned, fell asleep and woke some time later.
Fresh air sounded nice—fresh air and wind, and flying.
Daddy had said No, but that had happened quite a while ago. Surely by now No had turned into a Yes .
In fact, he was all but certain of it.
He was a very helpful peanut. Mommy and Daddy were busy on a boat, so he would take himself out to practice flying.
He shapeshifted, crawled out of the crib and climbed the
Where will he be next? When will I see him again? In the living room? In the kitchen? Will we have time to shower together in the morning?
How can I bear to be apart from him for an entire day?
Sometimes they didn’t manage it, and they came together in a heated rush at lunchtime. Then they created a fire that burned so beautifully.
That was how she felt then, as she opened her mouth and took him in. She sucked on the broad head of his penis, swirling her tongue around the small slit at the tip. He swore, a low, rapid stream of unintelligible words, while his body turned rigid.
It hurts, it hurts, she wanted to tell him. But she had lost the capacity for telepathy. A tear slipped down her cheek from the ache of it. She opened her throat and took him all in. He pumped into her mouth, hips flexing. She could not get close enough, could not take him in deeply enough.
When he grasped her head in both hands and pulled her away, she made a needy sound and tried to pull him back to her. He refused, hauled her bodily up the bed and came between her knees. Then she understood what he wanted, and she welcomed him greedily.
“I can’t ever get enough of you,” he whispered against her mouth as he positioned the tip of his cock at her opening.
“Me neither. Hurry.” She gripped the back of his neck.
He pierced her, drew back and pierced her again, and that was the thing she needed, as they came together in the most intimate dance of all. She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, flexing inside in the way she knew would bring him the most pleasure.
He gasped, shook his head and quickened the rhythm. Then he leaned on one arm and slid a hand between them. She was so ready, she climaxed as soon as he touched her. A high, thin whine came out of her, and she shook all over as the exquisite ripples conquered her body.
He thrust harder and quicker, once, twice, and then he arched his back as his own climax came. She held her breath so that she could feel everything as the hard, thick length of him pulsed inside of her.
There. There. Such sweet, beautiful fire.
Chapter Nine
In the morning, Liam enjoyed a long, lovely cuddle in bed with Mommy and Daddy. Then he grew excited because Mommy and Daddy started getting ready to go somewhere. Often that meant he got to go somewhere too, and he liked exploring this new, sunny place.
They said things to each other like, “Do you have our sat phone?” And: “They’re bringing the boat to the pier on the beach.”
He would have preferred to fly, but a boat sounded promising. In fact everything sounded promising, but then Mommy started saying things like, “You get to have fun with Aunt Eva and Uncle Hugh this morning.”
He tried to ignore her, because sometimes she changed her mind, but soon it became clear that Mommy and Daddy were leaving, while he had to stay. When they kissed him and left, he turned exceedingly cranky. But it was hard to stay mad for long, because Aunt Eva and Uncle Hugh were fun.
He was determined to stay awake until Mommy and Daddy got home, but despite his best efforts his eyes grew heavy. Hugh carried him to the bedroom and tucked him in the crib. He watched with sleepy interest while Hugh checked the room. Hugh tugged at the handle of the closed window as he looked outside, then he pulled the curtains shut and left.
Liam yawned, fell asleep and woke some time later.
Fresh air sounded nice—fresh air and wind, and flying.
Daddy had said No, but that had happened quite a while ago. Surely by now No had turned into a Yes .
In fact, he was all but certain of it.
He was a very helpful peanut. Mommy and Daddy were busy on a boat, so he would take himself out to practice flying.
He shapeshifted, crawled out of the crib and climbed the
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