I like Cersei. I mean, I really like Cersei in a way that makes little sense. Watching her climax was hot, and the fact that she get so wet is off the charts sexy. But I’ve never had sex without a condom before. And yet, I somehow know with her it’s different. This isn’t a onetime or even a short-lived thing. She will be my forever, if she’ll have me.
I know it as I slide into her bareback for the first time, and I’m gripped with emotion I can’t deny.
I hold myself still and meet her eye, trying to convey my thoughts through simple words. “So wet, so tight, so fucking perfect for me.”
She moans and I feel her pussy clench around me, adjusting to my size, pulsing in anticipation, and I wonder if she is close to coming undone for me a second time. Can I make her come again and again? I really hope so.
I put a knee on the bed and slide out slowly, then thrust back into her with force, slamming to the hilt and causing stars to dance around my vision. She feels so damn good, like the sweetest sugar upon my tongue, and I do it again and again until I can’t stop my hips from thrusting in and out of her soft, wet heat. Her moans turn to whimpers, turn to groans as she clenches down on me and soaks my cock in her come.
“Dorian, yes,” she screams my name, and it’s what I need to hear to take me over the edge with her, my orgasm hitting so hard it makes me dizzy. I collapse on top of her and then roll to the side, pulling her into my arms. We pant together until we catch our breath. I stroke her back, her hip, and then run my fingers along her jaw until I feel a bit more like myself. “That was amazing.”
“Oh, yeah.” She smiles at me, and I know I’m looking into the eyes I want to wake up to for the rest of my life. But one step at a time. First, we have to figure out our sleeping arrangements that include four dogs, two of which won’t always be under twenty-five pounds.
I kiss her gently, stroking her face with my thumb. I could happily lie here for hours staring at her, touching her, cataloguing every freckle and laugh line on her face. But there’s a soft whimpering and occasional sniff coming from under the door that we can no longer ignore. “Maybe we should get cleaned up, eat an eclair, and figure out how we’re going to share a bed with four fur kids.”
“Would you like to take a shower with me first?” Cersei’s smile gets wider, and she throws me an over the top wink.
I grin. “Yes, baby. Yes, I do.”