Chapter 30 #2
She nods, her face buried in the cushion.
I smack her ass, and she yelps. “Tell me. Is this what you want?”
“Yes,” she moans. “Shove it inside me. Fuck me. Now.”
This moment couldn’t be more different from our last time. Or even the first. Those moments were flooded with emotion. Tonight, my sole focus is on giving her what she asked for. After this, she’ll understand that no matter how I have her, she’s mine. It’ll never just be fucking for us.
When I finally push into the tight cunt I’ve been dreaming about for years, my ears ring in blinding pleasure.
Her warm body sucks me in. I let it guide me deep, only stopping when every inch of me is sheathed inside her and my pelvis hits her ass.
Her cry brings me back to earth as she squirms beneath me. Shit. I took her too fast.
I slide my hand to the front of her neck and guide her up, pressing her ass tighter to me, then drag my lips to her shoulder, her neck, her cheek. “I’m sorry, baby.”
She throws her head back, huffing. “Please don’t.”
She only wants a fuck, and that’s what I intended to give her, but now that I’m inside her, I can’t hold back. I thrust forward a little, and when I slide easily through her slickness, I do it again.
“Shh, let me take care of you,” I murmur.
With her wrists bound between us, I can’t take her any deeper, but she still feels like heaven. I graze her breasts and continue over her abdomen, only stopping when I reach her clit. The swollen bud pulses on contact, and when I pinch it, she cries out and spasms around me.
With every swirl of my fingers, she gets wetter, drenching me in her pleasure until I’m drowning in it.
“You feel so good, sweet cheeks. So fucking tight and wet.” With each gravelly word, her breathing comes faster and her pleas become more desperate. “Are you going to come for me, butterfly? You going to give me what I need?”
As a keening sound slips from her throat, she rolls her hips back, chasing her orgasm. “Yes. Please, yes,” she chants.
I push her down against the couch and fuck into her hard, drawing back until the ridge of my crown teases her opening, then slam back into her.
The sight of my length glistening with her arousal causes a tingling sensation in my spine.
Teeth gritted to hold back the need to come, I focus on her back, where my jersey is bunched up but my name between her shoulder blades is still visible.
Sienna Harrison.
At the thought of the future I crave, my nerve endings light up and my instincts kick in. I fuck into her harder while tearing at the knot of the tie to release her arms.
“I need your mouth.” I pull out and spin her around, then bury myself inside her again.
She leans in for a kiss without hesitation, and another piece of my world clicks into place.
That move alone seals the deal for me. If she thought this was just about sex before, there’s no way she does now.
Her hot mouth is on mine, her tongue tasting, her teeth nipping.
Like she needs me as badly as I need her.
With the globes of her ass clutched in my hands, I stride for what I’m certain is the master bedroom based on the layout of my apartment and Hannah’s.
I don’t look away from her as I step into her room, though later I will want to study every detail so I can see where she finds solace. Right now my focus is on her. I lay her back on the mattress without slipping out of her and spread her out before me, my fingers finding her clit again.
As I fuck into her hard, she wraps a leg around my hip, keeping me close.
With hooded eyes, she assesses every inch of me, like she’s familiarizing herself with me.
I do the same. She’s the most beautiful woman in every room, but like this, with the light of the moon casting shadows across her face, she’s ethereal. Just the sight of her makes it hard to breathe.
When her back bows and her neck strains, like the need inside her is coiling tight, readying to be unleashed, I lose myself in her, fucking and teasing until she’s whimpering and pulsing around me, milking me of my own orgasm.
White hot light greets me as my balls tighten, and with a groan, I unload deep inside her.
When I’ve pumped every last drop of cum into her, I collapse on top of her, careful not to crush her. Panting and breathless, I let my hands rove her again, craving the feel of her skin while I’m still inside her, our combined release seeping out around my length.
“Shit,” she hisses, pushing at my shoulder.
Dazed, I pull back a fraction, frowning. “What?”
“We didn’t use a condom.”
The statement should concern me. It should set my heart racing. Instead, a thrill shoots through me and a smile creeps up my face. “No, we didn’t.”
“Get off me.” She shoves me harder this time, the move causing me to slip out of her.
I wrap my arms around her and hold tight, my cock softening between us.
“What if I wasn’t on birth control?” Her tone is soft, unsure.
A strange pressure builds in my chest at the notion. Heart pounding, I push up on one forearm and slide my fingers over her soaked opening. “Are you?” I circle her clit, and when she writhes against the bed, I push the leaking cum back inside her.
With her chin tucked, she watches as I do it a second time. The third time I do it, she moans.
My dick thickens in response to the sound. In response to my own actions. The idea of her pregnant with my child suddenly consumes me. I want to fuck her over and over again until I’m sure she is. Then I can keep her. Then the world will know she’s mine.
“Of course I am,” she whimpers, her eyes falling shut. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
I gather my release and tease her clit, then push my fingers back inside her and stroke. “For what it’s worth, you don’t have to worry about the no condom thing.”
With a sigh, she shakes her head. “Same here. I’ve never been with anyone but you without one.”
I smirk. I can’t help it. The knowledge that I’m the only one to have her bare only heightens my obsession with her. “I haven’t been with anyone since you, so…”
Sienna’s eyes fly wide and her mouth drops open. “As in since last week? Jeez, glad you’ve managed to hold out so long.”
With laughter rumbling up my chest, I kiss the beauty mark on one side of her mouth. I kiss her lips, taking my time there, tangling my tongue with hers.
“Sassy fucking brat.” I pull back, eyes locked on hers, and make a confession that might have her running. “No, Sienna. I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
Her lashes flutter, like she’s struggling to process the simple words, and she sucks in a breath. “You’re not saying—” She frowns, her eyes darting between mine, then scrutinizing me, like she’ll find the truth in my expression.
“Yes, baby. I’ve waited for you for six years.”
“But—” She shifts under me, but I don’t release her. “But you knew where I was, and still—” She cuts herself off, like she can’t finish that thought, her face pinched.
“And still I knew you were the only one for me. And if I couldn’t have you…” I trace her lips with my fingers and press my mouth to hers once again. “Then I didn’t want anyone else.”