their allotted time together was too impossible to approach.
“Hey.” His voice was rough with sleep. His jaw was rough with the lovely morning scruff.
“Hey.”
“Have you been up long?”
“A little while.”
He wrapped his fingers up in her hair and gripped it hard. “And what have you been
doing?”
She smiled. “Being content.”
He pulled her on top of him and she felt the solid ridge of his cock against her belly.
“I’ll show you content my beauty,” he growled.
“Yes, please.”
“Dirty girl,” he said, obviously pleased with her answer.
“Yes I am. But you like it.”
“I do. But I’m a little too dirty. Into the shower, wench.”
“But I like the bed. I’m comfortable.”
“Too damn bad.”
He sat up, twisting her arms behind her back as he put her on her feet, marching her
into the bathroom, making her laugh. He swatted her bottom good-naturedly and her
head went down into subspace immediately. Floating already, she smiled to herself
as he turned the water on, moving her into the enormous marble shower. The water came
from every direction, from jets on every wall as well as the rainfall showerhead above.
This shower was one of the great decadent pleasures in life. She would miss it.
Her heart hammered.
Not yet.
She let herself sink into his arms, into his touch, so rough and so tender at the
same time as he brought her arms around and twined them behind his neck so he could
grab a condom from the built-in shelves.
“Hang on, beauty. Hang on and ride me.”
He lifted her onto his gorgeously hard cock, and pleasure stabbed into her even as
his flesh did. She wrapped her lags around his waist and kept her gaze on his as he
began to move, tilting his hips, surging into her.
“You are so damn hot inside. Never felt anything like it. Never felt anything like you , Miranda.”
“Ah, Roan…”
“I want you to come onto me.”
Her body clenched at his command. “Yes, Roan.”
He reached under her and pressed a finger into her pussy along with his swollen cock,
and the sensation was indescribable—sharp and filling her. She came, shivering all
over, pleasure like fire in her veins, a thousand stars exploding in her head.
She was still shivering with the aftershocks when he said, “You come like no one I’ve
ever seen. You are like no one I’ve ever seen.”
“Roan, please come. Into me. For me.”
His gaze held hers, hard and glinting. “Yes, beauty. For you.”
She felt him start to shake, and his growls turned into gasping cries, his face beautiful,
pleasure an exquisite agony on his features, his big hands flexing on her thighs.
She felt as if she were falling for him all over again, her body and her heart responding
as one.
“Roan…yes!”
“God, Miranda. Ah, God…love you, Miranda,” he murmured, his jaw still clenching.
She felt as if she were spinning. Dizzy. Overwhelmed. She shook her head, held onto
him tighter. And then she watched as his face seemed to fall apart. As his features
just went loose all at once—and the quick recovery as he shut down. Went cold. He
pulled out of her, set her on her feet and tore the condom off, rinsed himself under
the water jets.
It had all happened so fast she didn’t have time to comprehend it. Then he had his
hands rough on her shoulders, pressing her down.
“On your knees now,” he told her. “You’re going to suck me until I’m hard again.”
She went down. It was Roan and she couldn’t do anything else. She didn’t understand
what had just happened. All she knew were the desperate words running through her
brain at a hundred miles an hour.
Must get him to come back to me. Somehow. Somehow.
She took his still half-hard cock into her mouth, tasting the sweetness of his flesh.
She was still deep enough in subspace that the urge to please him was strong. But
she couldn’t forget what he’d said to her.
He loved her.
He was also freaked out about
“Hey.” His voice was rough with sleep. His jaw was rough with the lovely morning scruff.
“Hey.”
“Have you been up long?”
“A little while.”
He wrapped his fingers up in her hair and gripped it hard. “And what have you been
doing?”
She smiled. “Being content.”
He pulled her on top of him and she felt the solid ridge of his cock against her belly.
“I’ll show you content my beauty,” he growled.
“Yes, please.”
“Dirty girl,” he said, obviously pleased with her answer.
“Yes I am. But you like it.”
“I do. But I’m a little too dirty. Into the shower, wench.”
“But I like the bed. I’m comfortable.”
“Too damn bad.”
He sat up, twisting her arms behind her back as he put her on her feet, marching her
into the bathroom, making her laugh. He swatted her bottom good-naturedly and her
head went down into subspace immediately. Floating already, she smiled to herself
as he turned the water on, moving her into the enormous marble shower. The water came
from every direction, from jets on every wall as well as the rainfall showerhead above.
This shower was one of the great decadent pleasures in life. She would miss it.
Her heart hammered.
Not yet.
She let herself sink into his arms, into his touch, so rough and so tender at the
same time as he brought her arms around and twined them behind his neck so he could
grab a condom from the built-in shelves.
“Hang on, beauty. Hang on and ride me.”
He lifted her onto his gorgeously hard cock, and pleasure stabbed into her even as
his flesh did. She wrapped her lags around his waist and kept her gaze on his as he
began to move, tilting his hips, surging into her.
“You are so damn hot inside. Never felt anything like it. Never felt anything like you , Miranda.”
“Ah, Roan…”
“I want you to come onto me.”
Her body clenched at his command. “Yes, Roan.”
He reached under her and pressed a finger into her pussy along with his swollen cock,
and the sensation was indescribable—sharp and filling her. She came, shivering all
over, pleasure like fire in her veins, a thousand stars exploding in her head.
She was still shivering with the aftershocks when he said, “You come like no one I’ve
ever seen. You are like no one I’ve ever seen.”
“Roan, please come. Into me. For me.”
His gaze held hers, hard and glinting. “Yes, beauty. For you.”
She felt him start to shake, and his growls turned into gasping cries, his face beautiful,
pleasure an exquisite agony on his features, his big hands flexing on her thighs.
She felt as if she were falling for him all over again, her body and her heart responding
as one.
“Roan…yes!”
“God, Miranda. Ah, God…love you, Miranda,” he murmured, his jaw still clenching.
She felt as if she were spinning. Dizzy. Overwhelmed. She shook her head, held onto
him tighter. And then she watched as his face seemed to fall apart. As his features
just went loose all at once—and the quick recovery as he shut down. Went cold. He
pulled out of her, set her on her feet and tore the condom off, rinsed himself under
the water jets.
It had all happened so fast she didn’t have time to comprehend it. Then he had his
hands rough on her shoulders, pressing her down.
“On your knees now,” he told her. “You’re going to suck me until I’m hard again.”
She went down. It was Roan and she couldn’t do anything else. She didn’t understand
what had just happened. All she knew were the desperate words running through her
brain at a hundred miles an hour.
Must get him to come back to me. Somehow. Somehow.
She took his still half-hard cock into her mouth, tasting the sweetness of his flesh.
She was still deep enough in subspace that the urge to please him was strong. But
she couldn’t forget what he’d said to her.
He loved her.
He was also freaked out about
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