His stomach muscles tighten, his breath hitches, and his eyes narrow and flutter. He’s watching me as well. His gaze moves from mine to study my breasts, my stomach, finally landing on my sex that sits snuggly against his thighs. He abandons his cock and grabs the condom lying on the bed beside us. He tears it open, pulls it from the packet, and places it on the head of his penis. His gaze moves to mine, and he holds the tip of the condom in place and slowly rolls the sheath down his length. He’s watching me as I study his body, and he spits in his hand and rubs the saliva along the hard length of his cock before traveling to the swollen and needy folds of my sex. He runs the wetness of his fingers between my lips, leaving his spit in their wake, and when he reaches my entry he enters me with one finger while his eyes watch mine. He thrusts in and out of my body, watching me as I gasp and roll my hips toward his. My body is melting already and he’s not even inside me. My God, this man knows what he’s doing. Deliberate, every last touch, taste, thrust. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
***
After pulling my hand from her body, leaving her panting and craving her release, I pull her hips toward my groin, allowing my cock to slide between her wet lips as her breath leaves her lungs in a rush. When her sex reaches the head of my penis, I pull her with a soft hand to her cheek to my face. That I was the first and her only man is a minor miracle. Her eyes are open wide, waiting for my direction, but instead of speaking, I lean to her mouth and kiss her. She opens her lips as I delve into her silken warmth. I taste, I lick, I savor her, and as I do, I reach around her bottom to line my erection to her body. When I’m where I need to be, I pull from her mouth and speak. “Push back to my thighs.”
Her eyes are on mine as her body takes me within her own. My hands move to her hips, and I move her groin back and forth to mine. Up and down slowly. I’m using her body to make love to mine, controlling her every move, working her hips in the way I want. She sits upright as her need and desire mount. She opens the space between our bodies, affording us both the most amazing view of our joined pelvises. She takes over where my hands left off, pushing off my hips with her knees. She’s rising from me and forcing her body back over my hard erection, and the incredible sight of her body accepting every last inch of my cock within her small frame has me gasping and approaching my release within moments. This is what I wanted. At first, her fear left me pushing her body into place, but as her arousal set in, it took over her, and she figured out perfectly how to use her body for both of us. God, I want this woman.
Every penetration has me one stroke closer to losing it, and her parted lips and the desperate look in her eyes leaves no doubt she’ll be falling apart any moment. My hands find their way to the front of her thighs, and with my palms resting against her thighs, I part the lips of her sex so I can see every intimate detail of my penetration. When she comes, her head drops back and a moan escapes her. I lace my fingers with hers as she sinks onto my erection again. Her body is quivering and she’s collapsing. I pull her chest to mine, rolling her to her back as I drive into her.
I pound into her as her orgasm fades. I’m harsh as I thrust. My need is nearly unrestrained as I consume, invade, and conquer her body as though I own it, and when I finally reach my limit, I explode in a loud, guttural growl. Were I not so exhausted and replete, I would likely be embarrassed for my complete lack of control, but looking to her eyes as I gasp for breath, she is smiling. She’s amused at my loss of candor, and as the smirk pulls the corner of her lip up, I push deep into her warmth. She gasps at the intrusion, and I stroke in and out of her as the last of my arousal feeds my cock. I hold her eyes as my thrusting gentles and slows. She rises to kiss me, and my heart shudders at the warmth of her lips as they claim my mouth.
I pull from her depths and roll her to face me, wrapping my arms around her. She is small and fragile as I bask in my pathetically masculine domination of her body. I can’t lose this one. I have mere weeks to convince this woman that moving home to her perfect family is a mistake. They love her in a way I’ve never experienced. I want it. I want to experience it, and I want to give it to her, but they understand love in far deeper terms than I ever have. Adeline was raised to love, to care, to know how to be loved. What hope do I have of giving her enough of what she needs to choose me over them? I love her. God help me, I do. But I don’t know how to do this. I want to give her all of me, but I failed miserably once before; what’s to say I won’t fail her as well? I can’t bear the thought of it. She deserves better than what I know how to give, but terrifying as it may be, I will have to reach far beyond what my limited experience with intimacy and love has prepared me for if I have any hope of keeping her. God help me.
Chapter 19
It’s not the last he takes of my body for the night, but at least the next time he doesn’t push me over the edge with demands I can hardly bear. Making love as he looked up at me was intense, but the vulnerability of it had my anxiety ready to run and hide. Later, once I’ve fallen asleep in his arms, I wake as his fingers explore my body, and when he finally enters me, I’m so ready I could burst with little more than a stroke or two. But he gives me far more than that. He gently pushes stroke after slow stroke into my body in the darkness of his room and the warmth of his bed. He’s taken his place on top of me, and I love the security his strength and domination of my body brings.
His lips barely leave mine the entire time, and his thrusting remains controlled and slow. When I finally come, I’m whimpering quietly under his weight, and as he falls apart it’s with his lips on mine, uttering my name through ragged breaths. As he pulls my back to his body and tightens his grip around me, I drift off once again. My body is sore, and there’s a mild and deep cramping in my womb. Perhaps making love three times in one night was a bit much, but I’ll never deny him. I can’t deny him.
***
I wake the next morning to the site of Jordan approaching me in glorious nakedness. He’s holding a washcloth in his hand, and he sits beside me on the bed. He kisses me once before pulling the blanket back from my body and running the warm, wet cloth over my sex, delving gently between my lips. As he pulls it back from my body, it’s pink.
“I woke looking like I did after the first night we were together. I either hurt you or you started your period.” My cheeks are burning, but he’s smiling gently at me.
“Oh God. I’m sorry.” I fly out of bed toward the bathroom. Well that certainly explains the aching gut. Idiot! These things don’t sneak up on me usually, but I’ve been so damn sidetracked these past many weeks I completely forgot I’m a woman of childbearing years. I really am unprepared, because while my purse has been left abandoned on his entryway floor, it will do me no good. I didn’t pack any ammunition! So, standing naked in his luxurious bathroom, I do the only thing I can do. I stare in the mirror, grumbling and growling at myself for my stupidity, and then resort to looking around to see if a tampon dispenser will miraculously sprout from the wall. Giving up on that idea moments later, I start the shower and retreat to the warmth of the cleansing water that will ultimately help me little.