Chapter 46
Paul “Rock Giant” Reed
Paul locked his fingers tight around Jodi’s hand as he eased himself into the heat of her body.
He wanted to look at her the whole while, stay right there with her, watch her expression, feel everything along with her, but there was a curling sense of urgency thickening in his blood that warned him anything tantric wasn’t in their immediate future.
He allowed himself only an inch or so before he withdrew, so he could make the same entrance again.
Of course, that didn’t necessarily help, given that the head of his cock was the most sensitive part and even relaxed and as ready for him as she was, the friction on his shaft, against his piercings still had him seeing stars with every shallow stroke.
When he bottomed out, it was going to be murder, but only in the sense that he didn’t want it to be over too fast. This was a moment worth savouring, the one in which they finally got to cement those vows they’d made thirty-five days, thirteen hours and forty-seven minutes ago.
“I love you. And you don’t have to say it back,” he said, before scooping her hair to one side and bowing his mouth to the side of her neck, while his cock filled her.
The sensation of that caused him to make a sound unlike any he’d made before.
He wouldn’t have been sure it was him, but there was only the two of them here, and she was chanting his name like a mantra.
She rocked against him. “I love how you feel inside of me.”
Near enough.
Breathless, Paul chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose. “Yeah, me too.” Then he lost his grip on his restraint, his arousal overtaking everything, distilling the world into the space they occupied. All the outside noise gone. Just them, hot, damp, delirious. Emotionally and physically bound.
He was trying not to be rough, trying his best to pleasure her with the care she deserved, but his nerves, his muscles, tendons, his whole motor system was countermanding any thoughts he had about tenderness and slowing things down.
Then again, maybe softly wasn’t what she wanted either, given how tight a grip she had on his arse, and how forcefully she was both pulling him to her and lifting her hips to meet his.
Damn, she was something else. This woman, this curvy goddess who was finally his to love, and serve, and devote himself to body and soul.
He wanted to take her in every position; in all the ways it was possible for two people to bond.
It was so good. So good. She was pounding her body against him, matching him stroke for stroke, and fucking hell, she was coming.
Her muscles spasmed around him, pulling him deeper, milking him, and as a result he was coming as well.
Damn, they were coming together. That launched him off the planet and into outer space.
He felt it in every molecule of his body, felt her molecules singing alongside his, the pair of them perfectly twined.
The come down was meandering. His bones liquid, and his mind inclined towards indolence.
He was good, thank you universe, lying here still inside of her, hopefully not squashing her, savouring the tremors and aftershocks that were still making her sheath flutter around him.
Eventually, there’d be no choice. He’d have to move.
Deal with the practicalities like the condom, but hell if he was going to rush to it.
“How soon can we do that again?” she asked, when he eventually lifted his head and gazed down at her all pink cheeked beneath him.
Not half as soon as he’d like, but soon enough that he reckoned he’d at least a hope of satisfying her.
Her nipples were furled into two tight points that were just begging him for attention.
So, obviously he gave it. He sucked one, then the other, making her moan and causing her inner muscles to make more of those delicious flutters around him.
“I think I’d better deal with this.” He anchored the base of the condom, doing his best not to touch her while he did it, else he might get lost in an exploration of those slick and delightfully plump folds.
She hissed through her teeth as he pulled out and pouted over the loss.
“Was that a request to fuck you again this afternoon?”
“More an expression of hope...that you’ll fuck me as many times as you can get it up this afternoon.”
He tied off the condom and lobbed it into the bin, before settling to the right of her shoulder. “Might need to swallow some egg whites,” he said against her ear.
Jodi rolled onto her side to face him. Paul lifted his arm, and she snuggled in close, resting her head in the indent between his pec and his shoulder.
It felt unbelievably right, like that was where she was always supposed to have been, and now she was, he couldn’t fathom how he’d got by before.
Her hand splayed over his heart, then she started running curious fingers over his chest, along the swirls of his ink, and up and down the hills and indents of his abs.
“What?” he asked, sensing questions brewing between them.
“You’re not like any other man I’ve ever been wi....like any other man I’ve known. Certainly, none I’ve slept with. I don’t mean physically. I mean, yes, physically, but mentally, emotionally...”
“Well, maybe they just didn’t appreciate you the way I do.”
She sniffed and went quiet a moment as she considered that. “Paul, I’m not sure I understand why you do. I love that you do, but...”
He squeezed her shoulder, and brought his other hand to her face, so that he could gently tilt her chin up enabling him to reach her lips and bestow a kiss.
“Why does anybody fall for anybody else? Sometimes the stars just align, and you know that it’s right.
That’s how I feel with you. It doesn’t matter if it makes sense.
Only that it is. I love you, Jodi. And you still don’t have to say it back.
I think I have from shortly after we first met three years ago—you did kill Bertha, but even then, I kind of loved you for that, or at least for the circumstances of it.
You’re like mayhem on legs, and that does something to me. ”
“Gives you a headache.”
“No, not that. It makes me want to cosset you. Look after you. Protect you.”
“Make mad passionate love to me?” Her hand strayed down towards his cock.
“Ahem.” He caught her hand and brought it back up to the centre of his chest. “We’re still on a scheduled rest break, missy.”
“So, I’m not allowed to play with your jewellery?”
If he hadn’t just had an out-of-body experience, that question would likely have got him perky. He did get all tingly around the root.
“Question.” She raised her hand as if they were in class. “Is it okay to blow you with them in?”
Paul’s lips peeled back off his teeth. Oh, she was a menace and adorable all rolled into one, and damn, those tingles were spreading. Buckaroo might be ready to kick again pretty soon. “Uh, yeah, but I’d never expect that—”
“In a bit,” she said, cheekily cutting him off.
“It’s cute that you won’t demand it. I might like it if you sometimes demanded it.
” She rolled onto her tummy and lifted herself up on her elbows, so she was looking him in the face, “It’s something I do actually like doing, same as you seem to like licking. ”
“I do like licking. I especially like licking you.” He licked her forehead, which was as far as he could easily reach without straining his neck.
“I like doing it best when it’s soft to begin with and my sucking wakes it up and it thickens in my mouth.
That’s kinda...” She wriggled, rubbing her legs together and making her bottom wobble in a way that turned those growing tingles into developing perkiness.
“It’s nicer than when a guy is like take my whole length in one go with no build up. ”
“That so? Note taken.”
“Mmm.” She nodded. “Tell me something you like, and don’t just say me. Tell me something specific. If Paul Reed could have any sort of sex he wanted, what would he choose?”
He lifted his hands up to behind his head, elbows pointing outwards.
“I’m not sure the answer to that is the same as what I think you’re asking me.
Positions aren’t relevant to the answer.
I’d choose sex with an emotional connection, every time.
Sex like we just had. But faves on par with your admission.
..” He made a soft hmm as he thought. “So many good options to choose from.” His gaze strayed to the fullness of her breasts, but then he shook his head.
“I like a girl who’s not afraid to slip me a finger while we’re at it. ”
She opened her mouth in mock shock and swept her tongue over her front teeth. “And have many girls you’ve been with done that, Mister Mighty Rock Star?”
“Is that a sly way of asking me how many partners I’ve had?”
“How many partners have you had?”
“A fair few. You?”
“A few.”
“Not many of them have ever done that, though.” He scrunched up his nose, thinking back. “Like two... And neither of them were women.”
“Ah!”
“Ah?”
“Ah, I didn’t know that about you. I mean, not for definite. Not that it’s a problem. Obviously, I’ve seen you fooling around with Ronnie, but I figured that was just—”
“The Ronnie thing is just messing about. He’s not my type. Look, I’m bi by virtue of not being a hundred per cent straight, same as most of planet Earth’s population, but I’m like ninety per cent there, and a hundred per cent into you, so anything else is now irrelevant.”
“Sweet talker.”
“You betcha.” He clasped her around her upper arms. “How’d you feel about coming up here and dangling your tits in my face?”