Chapter 15 #2
An electric charge raced down his spine and his balls tightened. Not good. He had to stop this, stop coming the instant he entered her. Of course, afterward he just kept on, but he had to learn a little bit of self-control around her and try not to come in the first five strokes.
Still, the urge to torture himself was strong. Sam lifted himself on his forearms, so he could watch them as he moved inside her, oh-so slowly.
“Nice dream.” He had to work to keep from panting. “I had one too. In this one, I’m fu—we’re making love, and we’re in my bed. And we’re watching me enter you.”
In.
“It’s sexy as hell,” he breathed.
Out.
Nicole looked down too, at the picture they made together. It was almost unbearably erotic, her slender white torso moving, stomach muscles clenching, the puffy pink lips of her sex visibly holding onto him while he pulled out, as if it couldn’t bear to let him go.
In.
She felt like heaven. He’d never fucked before without latex. Even wearing a rubber, sex with Nicole would have been more intense than any other sex he’d ever had. Bareback…it was sometimes a miracle he lasted those five strokes.
Out.
Bareback, he could feel every inch of her. He knew her sex now like he knew the back of his hand. He knew how it became even softer after she came, he could tell in an instant what turned her on, the skin of his dick could feel the extra wetness.
In.
No latex between them. The only thing stopping her from getting pregnant was some hormones pressed into little pills. Had she been taking the pill over the past few days, with everything going on?
Out.
Because, if she hadn’t, if she’d forgotten to take them—and who could blame her?—then…well, then she could be pregnant right now.
In.
With his baby.
Out.
At the thought, Sam swelled even more, became harder, longer. Nicole gazed up at him, startled. She’d felt it, his almost unbearable excitement.
In.
Because if she were pregnant, it would have to be a little girl who looked just like Nicole. With glossy black hair and intense blue eyes.
Out.
A little girl who would twine her little arms around his neck and tell him she loved him. And he would love her and protect her, fiercely.
In.
Nicole would grow more outrageously beautiful in pregnancy. She just had that look; she’d become rounder and rounder by the day, shining in her beauty.
Out.
He’d make love carefully, entering from behind. Oh-so slowly. And late in the pregnancy, he’d be inside her, and his hand on her belly would feel their child, moving.
In. Out.
She could be pregnant…
In. Out. In.
right…
Inoutinoutinout
now!
Sam exploded, a hot wire drawn from the top of his head that ran straight down his spine and through his dick blew in one pounding, electric second.
The top of his head threatened to blow off and his toes dug into the mattress so he could be as deep in her as was humanly possible.
He clenched his teeth against a shout, it was so intense.
He came in waves, shuddering and spurting in enormous jets, flooding her with his sperm, collapsing onto her. He was heavy, he knew that, but there was no strength in his arms while coming, everything was concentrated on his dick.
It wiped him out. He lay sprawled on her, breathing hard, waiting for the spots behind his eyelids to dissipate, thinking of absolutely nothing, only feeling. Until consciousness slowly returned.
Shit, she hadn’t…
Yes, there it was!
She was coming! Sharp little contractions around his dick, breath puffing in his ear, thank you God, because he hadn’t done anything to deserve this.
He held himself deep inside her while she writhed around him.
It was almost better than coming himself, feeling her pleasure.
He’d learned to prolong her climax by rocking slightly inside her while she came and he did so now, small little movements with his hips, barely perceptible, but man, she liked that.
Sam smiled into her hair. He didn’t need to look to see her expression, it was imprinted on his brain. On his death-bed, he’d see her face, eyes closed tight with pleasure, long neck arched, luscious mouth open to pull in more air.
The contractions slowed and he stopped his movements. She liked quiet at exactly this moment as she slowly came back into herself.
He loved that. He loved that he knew her so well, knew her body, knew what she was feeling. Nicole never dissimulated, never tried any female games on him. Everything about her was utterly genuine, including her pleasure.
The pleasure he gave her.
Oh man, this was the best.
Her little sex was still now, soft and wet, and her arms relaxed around him. She gave a long sigh of contentment.
Sam nuzzled her temple with his nose, her hair soft in his face. It always gave him a shock to feel how warm her hair was. It was so midnight black, he always expected it to be cool, but her hair, like the rest of her, was warm and soft.
Oh yeah, his woman.
He took the lobe of her ear in his mouth and bit, gently. His dick hardened in her, expanding within her soft wet walls. He licked behind her ear, hips moving forward to go more deeply into her.
“Sam?”
Another nuzzle in the warm, fragrant waves of her hair.
“Mm?”
“Sam—sorry. I think I have to check my e-mail. I haven’t checked it in two days, I can’t simply close up shop. Can you hold that thought?”