I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN better than to drink so much rum. It had been a long time since I had partaken of fairy food or drink, so it wasn’t shocking that I reacted like an untried youth.

The fae has an almost cruel sense of humor. I have often thought that it comes from living too long. The senses become dull, and the fae feels that they must do more, bite harder, and fight longer for any of it to have any meaning.

This is also true in their lovemaking. The fae is and always has been notoriously savage in their fucking. It is usually balls to the wall, hair pulling, and often marks were left behind to show for it.

When Ebony’s lips had wrapped around my dick, I knew I was in trouble. I hadn’t allowed such liberties with a woman in a long time. Sure, I fucked women here or there, but this was off the table. It brought a certain level of intimacy that left one vulnerable.

With vulnerability comes abandonment, and the last thing I would ever want to do is hurt a woman. It was safer that I stayed away from that practice, until her. Not only had Ebony sucked me off like a champion, I hadn’t fucked her face raw.

Considering the length of time, it had been since I had a blowjob and the fairy drink. I knew that this was different, she was the one for me. I couldn’t have stopped what happened next if I wanted too. And the good Lord knew, I had waited several lifetimes for my one true love.

I wasn’t about to let her slide between my fingers.

My lips tasted my release on her tongue, and it only made me hotter. My fingers dug into her shapely hips as I sat up and she straddled my body.

I could smell her arousal mixed with sex and need. It was every bit as heady and intoxicating as the drink had been.

Her large breasts brushed against my chest, and I felt the hardened peaks lightly scrape my skin. Ebony was perfect. From her messy chestnut hair that fell in bedroom waves down to the middle of her back. Down to her tiny toes that were slightly crooked and overlapped a little.

She had a mole on the side of her mouth that I licked before plundering her depths again. There was something so decadent about making love to someone you loved. Everything felt new again. I felt alive.

Tiny gasps of pleasure escaped her bowed lips as I made my way down her neck with my tongue and teeth. I allowed my other hand to slip inside of her heat and smiled when I felt just how wet she was for me.

Her pussy was throbbing, aching and those mewling noises turned into raw groans as my fingers plundered her depths. Her core ached and sucked on my fingertips as I fucked her ever so softly, but deep enough for her to arch her back and thrust those perfect breasts towards my mouth.

I could be a gentleman, but with Ebony, I preferred being the pirate. I latched onto one of her nipples and began to suck, my fingers plunging deeper as I added a third to the mix.

“Fuck, Peter, that feels so amazing!” her hips were writhing in my lap as she rode my hand with abandon.

I bit her nipple gently and was rewarded with a gush of sweet nectar from her pussy. My hands were making a squelching noise as they pumped in and out of her. I began to nibble the other breast. All the while rubbing that tight little clit with my thumb and tapping my fingers high inside of her pussy.

She screamed my name, throwing her head back and her nipple popped out of my mouth with a resounding sound. I continued to finger her until she shied away from my hand. Aftershocks still rocking her body.

I picked her up and laid her down on the coverlet and then kissed my way down her glorious frame until I could part those lovely thighs.

“I’m too sensitive!” she tried closing her legs.

But I licked her gently, and with a long moan, her thighs fell back open sharing every inch of her pink perfection.

I tenderly licked her folds, not touching her clit that was over sensitized from her orgasm. Ebony began to move her hips slowly to the rhythm of my tongue. Effortlessly sexy, I watched her body dance as I sucked her pink pussy into my mouth and began to eat her core.

Her arousal was coating my tongue, and I fucking loved it. I picked up her hips and straightened my tongue thrusting it inside of her. When her moves became more frantic, I knew that she was ready.

Moving my mouth up to her clit, I worried it with the flat of my tongue and then sucked it deep inside of my mouth.

Her hands shot to my hair while her thighs closed around my head. Her screams were hoarse as she rode out this next orgasm, fucking my face with abandon. When she could handle no more, I placed her right leg over her left, raising it high.

“What are you doing?” her voice was breathy and her eyes tired but filled with lust.

“I am going to fuck you sideways,” the words were more of a growl. “I am going to fuck you so hard Ebony that you will never doubt who is your equal. You will never want any other man because my cock will reach places in you that you never imagined. When you see the faint bruises on your hips from my fingers you will know who you belong to.”

With that, I rammed my aching cock deep inside of her. I saw the surprise, and faint wince before her mouth dropped open, and a guttural cry escaped her lips. Hell, yeah, she was into it.

I couldn’t contain myself as I thrust into her deeper and harder with each pass. I was so deep inside of her. I almost felt as though I would die if I couldn’t find a way to merge our bodies or souls into one.

Ebony’s hands reached up, and she raked her nails down my chest leaving long tracks.

“More,” her eyes sparkled, and I could have sworn that I saw a hint of fire in them.

If she wanted more, I was happy to deliver it. I picked up her legs and shoved them over my shoulders. Then with her lying on her back, I picked her up so that only her shoulders remained on the bed.

Pumping my cock long and deep I felt her body clench around me.

“Fuck!” I was holding on by a thread, but I didn’t want it to be over yet.

Ebony was panting, clutching at the sheets, while her hair matted her forehead with sweat. I had never seen her more beautiful. Suddenly, I had a vision of her heavy with child. Her body rounded beautifully, her mouth smiling, and her eyes filled with love.

My release slammed through me, and I came so hard that I saw black dots in front of my eyes.

Ebony’s pussy clenched around me, milking out every drop as she convulsed, my orgasm bringing on her own.

I didn’t want to pull out. I never wanted to be separated from her. Not by distance, or family, or because I happened to be fae.

“I love you,” I rasped. Her breasts were heaving and her eyes cloudy as she tried to focus on what I was saying.

“I love you, too,” Ebony pushed her hair back and reached for a cloth.

I reluctantly got up and grabbed something so that I could clean us up before gathering her close.

“I know it’s only been a month, but Ebony, you are mine and I am yours. I don’t know where we will live or how this will work. But I want to marry you if you will have me.”

She stilled in my arms, and I knew I had surprised her.

Shit.

I spoke too soon. I shouldn’t have let my emotions run away with me. But I hadn’t started feeling emotions this strongly until she came into my club. I had thought things like this were beyond my reach. But Ebony changed everything.

Here I was throwing it away because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. I needed to be patient.

“We don’t have to talk it about it right now,” I rushed on. “I don’t want you to feel pressured or unsure. I am an idiot for forcing this conversation.”

Ebony turned and looked directly into my eyes as she placed a finger on my lips halting my words. My breath caught, and she lightly traced my lips.

“I am tired, and you have had a lot to drink,” she began cautiously.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

“Ebony, look,” I didn’t even know what I was going to say.

She gave me a stern look, and I shut up.

“But Peter, if you still feel this way when the current mess we are in is over. My answer will be,” her cheeks flushed, and she looked down for a moment and bit her lip. “I love you, Peter—yes, the answer is yes.”