Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 10

grinned and rolled me over before I could think. "I thought you'd never ask."
    I silenced him with another kiss, wanting to taste him, wanting to feel the press of his lips on mine.
    Will reached into the bedside cabinet and grabbed the lube and a condom. "This time I'm ready. I got these the last time I went into town." He ducked and kissed me. "I live in hope."
    I watched him sit back on his heels and unroll the condom, with great care, over his dick, followed by the lube. He set the bottle aside and slid his finger down past my balls, the liquid cool on my fevered skin.
    "Are you sure about this, Bryn?" Will's voice trembled.
    "Yes." I wrapped my hands around his arms, wanting to feel him, wanting to feel the muscles beneath his warm skin. "Never more sure."
    He leaned low, touched my jaw with his lips and slid one finger into me. His breathing quickened, tiny, swift gusts of air on my skin. I moved my hands to his back and let my fingers glide over smooth skin while he traced a slow and steady circle inside me, edging ever deeper.
    "All right?" Will's voice was a labored whisper. He slowly withdrew his finger.
    I nodded and threaded my fingers through his hair. "Just…do it." I wanted him inside me.
    He moved my legs back and apart and approached me on his knees. The mattress dipped. I watched Will take a deep breath as he used one hand to place his cock at my entrance. The lube brushed my skin and every damn nerve demanded more. When he edged in, the world spun and then paused. Will stopped and waited. Beyond the burn and the pressure, my body welcomed him. He looked at me, a question in his eyes.
    "I'm fine." I just about managed to string the words together when I reached for him once more.
    Will pushed into me with a low, shuddering moan, filling me. His arms shook and he waited, steadying himself before swooping to swirl his tongue around my nipples. I lifted my hips to force him in, wanting to absorb him, all of him. He gasped and then pulled back, almost withdrawing.
    "So…damn…tight." Will slammed in again and licked my throat, breathing fast and shallow.
    I reached for my cock, not sure it would take much, especially when Will shifted a little. His dick found that sweet spot, the one that made me shiver, made my hand fall away, while I sought purchase on the rumpled cotton quilt. I tightened my grip on the quilt with every steady thrust, every subtle twist and roll.
    Will screwed his eyes shut, head hanging and hair falling over his forehead. I pulled him close, needing his heat, needing the soft scrape of skin over skin. He devoured my lips with his, sighing into my mouth, swept his tongue over mine while he kept up his relentless rhythm, pounding to some hidden beat, weaving his pulse with mine. Somewhere, beyond the whisper of bedclothes and the gentle creak of the mattress, the rain began to fall, spattering on the night-darkened glass.
    Will wrapped his hand around my dick. "Come for me, Bryn. Please."
    The gentle squeeze and sweep of his callused hand was enough. I lifted my hips, taking all of him and then came with a cry. He followed, driving into me again and again, biting my shoulder between breaths until he stilled, shuddered and came.
    I caught him when he fell onto me, gathering him into my arms, weak and grateful. He caught his breath, his head tucked beneath my chin, shifting only to withdraw. Our breathing slowed in tandem. I moved my hand through his hair, smelling horses and sunlight. Everything ached in the best way possible. The rain quickened, driven by a gust of wind. It didn't matter. The room was warm and Will's weight pressed me into the yielding mattress.
    "Are you all right?" He lifted his head and trailed his lips along my jaw.
    "Yes." I held him closer. "Never better."
    "Good." He rolled away, sat up and removed the condom, knotting it and tossing it into a bin. He grabbed a handful of tissues from a box and scraped them over my skin, blotting up the drying evidence of my orgasm. "I'm glad to hear I haven't lost my touch."
    "Definitely not."
    Will tossed the tissues into the bin and returned to me, pulling the quilt over us both. He settled beside me, resting his head on my shoulder, all warmth and languid limbs. "Thank you."
    I kissed the upturned corner of his mouth, feeling stubble beneath my lips.
    Will wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close, until there was nothing between us. We fitted together well, huddled beneath the quilt while the autumn rain whispered