Page 59 of Bolt's Flame
I stepped closer, closing the distance between us, my heart pounding in my chest. “I know it is,” I said softly. “I get it, but please see it for what it was and not what youthoughtit was.”
Her eyes filled with tears, and for a moment, I thought she was going to push me away again, to tell me to go to hell. But then she reached out, her fingers brushing against mine, and it was like a bolt of electricity shot through me.
“I don’t want to lose you,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I don’t want to lose what we have.”
“You’re not going to,” I promised, my hand closing over hers, holding on tight. “We’re gonna get through this. I’m going to make sure of it.”
“Okay,” she said finally, her voice barely more than a breath. “Okay, I’ll try.”
I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding, relief washing over me like a tidal wave. “That’s all I’m asking,” I said, my voice rough with emotion. “Just give me a chance to prove to you that you’re all I want.”
She nodded, her ever changing blue eyes never leaving mine, and I saw it. Her need to be with me—closeto me.
“Stay with me,” I said, my voice raw.
She hesitated, then nodded again, a small, shaky smile tugging at her lips. “Yes.”
I removed my clothes and climbed into bed beside her, pulling her close, feeling her warmth against me, and for the first time in days, I felt something other than anger and frustration. I felt complete.
I sensed her relaxing, her body melting into mine and her heartbeat slowing, rhythmic against my chest.
“Bolt,” she whispered softly. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Her hand moved up to cradle my face, and I turned to press a kiss into her palm, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin. Herfingers trembled slightly under my lips as her thumb brushed over my cheekbone.
“I love you,” I confessed, as my lips nibbled on her fingers, before pulling back to take off her silky nightgown. The gown slid off her shoulders, revealing those beautiful full tits. Fiona had the prettiest tipped up nipples I had ever seen, and I couldn’t resist enclosing one nipple between my lips, teasing it with gentle flicks of my tongue.
She was silent for a moment, then she whispered, “I love you too.”
Her admission sent a warmth of pure happiness flooding through me. I planted feathery kisses on her neck and shoulders, each one a testament to how much I needed her. It was in these moments that we truly communicated — words becoming unnecessary as our bodies spoke volumes. My fingers traced patterns on her bare skin, lingering at the small dip in her lower back.
Her breathing hitched as I moved lower, my lips grazing the soft mound of her breast. The sensation caused a shiver to run down her spine. Her hand found its way into my hair, pulling me closer on instinct.
“I missed this so much,” she breathed against my ear, her voice holding a note of urgency that sparked the same inside of me. Her skin was hot and smooth under my lips, inviting me closer. The scent of strawberries filled my nostrils as I licked and kissed her body.
We were lost in each other; every stroke, every kiss whittling away at the gap between us until there was no boundary where she ended and I began. She rolled on top of me, kissing her way down my body.
Fiona whimpered and clung to me as I guided her head down toward my throbbing dick. “I wanna feel your lips around my cock,” I rasped, having dreamed of it since she last did it.She willingly took me into her warm mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip before taking me deeper, her fingers gripping my shaft, squeezing. As I felt the heat enveloping me, a surge of possessiveness overcame me, a deep, primal need to make her mine again and fuck her hard.
“Bolt,” she gasped, as I tugged her hair, moving her mouth off my cock. Her voice was filled with an urgency that matched my own. Our eyes met as she licked her lips like she was savoring the taste of me.
I sank back on the bed, pulling Fiona on top of me. “Fuck me, Fiona,” I said, my hands going to her breasts, pinching her nipples. “Ride my cock with that sweet pussy.”
Her weight was comfortingly familiar, fitting perfectly against me, because she was mine, and we were made for each other. Fuck, she was beautiful like this; her flushed face, sex glazed eyes and disheveled hair.
My fingers dug into her hips, guiding her onto my aching cock and feeling it go deep within her wet pussy. With each forceful pump, I felt her walls clench around me, and she moaned loudly, her nails digging into my thighs as she arched her back in pleasure, her face pure bliss.
Her eyes flashed open as the sensation overtook her, a gasp escaping her lips as she strained against me in shared ecstasy. My groan of pleasure harmonized with her keening cries, creating sounds that I know could be heard in the hallway, but right now I didn’t give two fucks.
“Fiona,” I whispered her name like a prayer, my grip on her tightening possessively. The feel of my cock in her pussy was electrifying, sparking sensations that coursed through my veins, breathing life back into me.
I watched as she moved against me, riding my cock, her body rising and falling. Her gaze never left mine–an unspoken connection cementing our bond even deeper. Her softwhimpering was music to my ears–just knowing that only I could bring her to this point.
“God, this feels so good,” she moaned as she rode me harder, her words almost pushing me over the edge.
With a grunt, I increased my pace, driving into her more forcefully. My fingers dug deeper into the flesh of her ass, encouraging her to lose herself completely as my hands help guide her.
“Yes, just like that,” she cried out, her breath hot against my ear as she fell forward onto my chest. “Don’t stop!”