Chapter 8 #3
“That would be awkward.”
He grinned. Then his smile faded. “You ready for more?”
“I was born ready…for you. Make me yours, Simon.”
“You’re already mine. Were the moment you got into my squad car during that snowstorm.”
“Yes,” she sighed.
He pulled out of her to the tip, then slowly pushed back in.
His nipples were rock hard on his chest, and he felt a little light-headed.
He couldn’t believe he was here. With Atlee.
Inside her. It was a dream come true. He’d admired her from afar for so long, and the reality was so much better than the fantasies he’d had for years.
Simon stared at his woman as he began to thrust in and out of her soaking-wet folds. The sounds they were making together were carnal and sexy as fuck.
He alternated his speed, going slow and easy, then pounded into her for a few strokes. Atlee’s fair skin got blotchy and he could see sweat forming on her temples. She touched him everywhere and anywhere she could reach. Even turning her head to kiss his wrist closest to her face.
“Can you come again?” he asked, his breathing uneven and choppy.
“I…I’m not sure.”
“Let’s see if you can. I want you to squeeze the come out of my cock.”
“God, yes!”
“Touch yourself.”
She didn’t hesitate, one of her hands leaving his ass and snaking between their bodies, where she began to stroke her clit.
He didn’t stop his thrusts, and the feel of her knuckles brushing against his belly every time he bottomed out inside her, knowing what that hand was doing, was erotic as hell.
“That’s it. Faster, Atlee. I’m getting close. I don’t want to come without you.”
Her fingers sped up on her clit. He felt her muscles tense under him, and around his cock. She began to shake. He knew she was about to come before she said a word.
He reached out a hand and pinched one of her nipples, hard.
That was all it took. She let out a small screech and every muscle in her body tightened, including the ones in her pussy.
Simon let out a strangled moan as her grip on his cock squeezed almost to the point of pain.
The sweetest pain imaginable. Come burst from his cock, and it felt as if his orgasm went on and on and on.
He couldn’t help but think of how it would feel if he could come inside his woman without the condom between them.
Hopefully that would happen in the future.
For now, he was more than content to be with Atlee any way he could have her.
It took him almost a full minute for the room to stop spinning and to feel as if he could remove his cock from her body. She’d tightened around him so hard, there was no way he could’ve pulled out earlier without hurting her…or himself.
But it was no hardship to wait. Despite knowing he had to deal with the condom, Simon wouldn’t have wanted to move anyway. He was enjoying the feel of Atlee’s soft body too much…under him, around him…seeing how affected she was by their lovemaking.
“You good?” he whispered.
“Good? I’m dead,” she told him in a raspy voice.
Simon chuckled. “La petite mort,” he said with a grin. “The little death…I’ve never experienced it before now.”
“You haven’t?” she asked, staring up at him.
Her hair was mussed on his pillow, and Simon memorized the sight, knowing it would stick with him for the rest of his days. “No. I mean, I’ve had orgasms, but nothing like what just happened.”
She smiled shyly up at him.
“I need to get rid of this condom. You want anything while I’m up?”
“Uh-uh.”
Atlee sounded on the verge of passing out.
“All right.” Simon leaned down and kissed her forehead gently. “I’ll be right back.”
She nodded.
He pulled out of her and winced at the feel of losing her body heat.
She whimpered a little, as well, and Simon hoped it was because she didn’t want to lose him, not because it hurt.
He removed the condom and walked to the bathroom to dispose of it.
He wet a washcloth with warm water and returned to the bedroom.
He sat on the edge of the bed and whispered, “Atlee? I have a washcloth if you want to clean up.”
She didn’t move, and he realized she was already asleep.
Deciding it would be creepy and weird for him to use the washcloth on her, he dropped it to the floor and got under the covers behind her.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he settled in, feeling both exhaustion and contentment wash over him.
He couldn’t think of anything better than being here with Atlee after a long, grueling day of work.
Thinking about his job brought his mind right back to whoever was breaking into houses in Fallport. He desperately wanted to find the guy terrorizing his citizens. Before his path had a chance to cross Atlee’s. Because if it did…
If one hair on her head was hurt by this scumbag, the guy would wish he’d chosen literally any other town for his nefarious activities.
Atlee was his.
His to love.
His to protect.
His to provide for.
He inhaled deeply, soaking in the scent of raspberries and sex into his lungs. Tonight had been perfect. The first day of the rest of his life. He was a damn lucky man.