Page 55 of The Last Hunt
“I need you inside me,” Maeve says, her voice trembling. “Nothing between us.”
“I know,” he replies.
He moves forward, his arms bracketing her head and then he’s there. Maeve arches back as he sheathes himself inside her inch by glorious inch, not stopping until he’s seated to the hilt. His pubic bone presses against her clit and a jolt runs through her. She scrapes her nails up Aethon’s back, her knees rising around him. He’s had her on the edge for so long that just his cock inside her has the pulsing knot of pleasure in her stomach starting to unravel.
“I’m going to come,” she breathes. Her legs start to spasm around his hips.
“I know,” he says. Then he kisses her, his mouth hard and demanding. His hips withdraw and then slam back in. Maeve bows toward him with a silent scream, her body exploding into starlit waves of pleasure. Her muscles tense as the waves just keep coming.
“Aethon -” she moans.
“How you doing, Bladesy?” he asks. He’s thrusting into her, the sensation making Maeve’s orgasm pulse and pulse - until it finally settles. She feels like she must be glowing.
“You’re an arrogant fucker, you know that?” she says, pricking his ass with her nails. He drives into her again and again, his length hot and hard inside her and Maeve can’t help but let out a breathy moan that makes Aethon smile.
“I’d say I’ve earned the right to be a little arrogant,” he says.
“Flip us over,” she orders.
He does as she asks, settling down easily onto the pillows, his expression overly pleased. Maeve wants to see him beg.
She straddles his thighs and takes his cock in her fist, pumping him a little rougher than she had before. Aethon’s eyes roll back into his head.
“Oh fuck - don’t - unless you want me to -”
Maeve grins and lets up, shifting forward and sliding down easily onto his length. He fills her so completely, and that damn curve hits her in just the right spot like this. She breathes out slowly, and leans forward, bracing her hands on his chest as she starts moving on him.
Aethon clutches at her hips, helping her find a rhythm that they both enjoy. Maeve loves how he’s looking at her now. His mouth is tight with concentration but his eyes are soft, his expression open. It’s adoration and fierceness, combined. He feels so good inside her, and she only wants more. Sweat slides down her spine as she rides him harder and faster. Aethon urges her on with filthy praise.
“You feel so good - so tight around me - god, chrissah - you’re so wet for me - look at you taking my cock - that’s it, Bladesy - just like that -”
Maeve’s fingers grasp at his chest and she leans back, her eyes automatically closing as she climbs to another release. She can feel it building again, slower, but just as intense. She grinds down hard onto Aethon’s cock, but it’s not quite enough.
“I need - I need something more -” she says, her tone pleading and frustrated. “I’m almost there - but -”
Aethon immediately leans up, his eyes glinting with the challenge.
“Hands and knees, chrissah.”
Maeve obeys. Anything for another release. She’s so close. She trusts Aethon to wring one out of her. He kneels behind her and she feels his hands tight on her hips, and then he reaches around, his fingers pressing onto her clit. He thrusts into her, his cock spreading her wide. She chokes out a breath, feeling how she quivers around him. His hand rubs hard at her clit and then he leans forward, his other hand pinching her nipple. His hips begin to move, slamming into her again and again, the coarse hair on his thighs scratching at the backs of hers. It’s sensation overload - which is apparently what Maeve needs.
She collapses to her elbows as she comes, her body giving out as another orgasm rushes through her, pleasure shooting down her legs like lightning. Aethon grinds harder into her, prolonging her release, his hands pressing into her lower back now. She moans, her face pressed into a pillow. His hips speed up, his rhythm jerky now and he withdraws and groans, “Fuck - Maeve -” She feels his release, hot and sticky on her back.
Maeve falls onto her side, breathing heavily, utterly spent. The bed bounces as Aethon falls down next to her on his face, his arm pulling her toward him.
“You’re a mess,” he says, shifting onto his side, his breath warm on the back of her head.
“Yeah and it’s your fault,” she grumbles.
Maeve hauls herself around to face him, her hand trailing up his stomach which is damp with sweat, to rest over his heart. His chest rises and falls with deep breaths. He looks down at her and smiles before pressing a kiss to her forehead. A calm, sated feeling settles over her. Maeve had never felt quite this way before and she knows it’s significant. She doesn’t have any desire to move from this spot next to Aethon.
“I guess there’s no going back now,” she says, raising a brow. She pushes her messy hair back away from her face, but Aethon just reaches up and tangles his fingers in it.
“No going back,” he agrees.
Maeve can feel his heart beat against her palm. She remembers feeling it when they were in the escape pod too. She throws a leg over his hips, pulling him closer and his eyes flare with pleasure. She looks down, away from the intensity of it all, and stares at his chest. Her hand traces over a scar on his skin. A question scratches at the back of her mind.
“Does this scare you?” she asks, her voice low. The question makes her feel vulnerable and she hates it - suddenly wishing she had stayed silent.