Chapter 25
Daniil
She got the first orgasm because I’m a gentleman who always wants his partner to get off.
But I’ve waited too long, dreamt of this non-stop for fifteen months, to hold back.
I bring her legs up, feet resting on my shoulders to give me easy access, and press myself against her slick entrance.
I want to slam into her, fuck us both senseless, but I have to make sure she’s all right first.
I’ve never been with a woman who hasn’t had sex since giving birth, so I’m not sure if the first time is painful, uncomfortable, or everything in between. I imagine it’s different for every woman, which is why I’ll be careful until I’m sure she’s okay.
“Let me know if you need me to stop,” I grunt through gritted teeth. I’d never hurt her, but the restraint is killing me. Sweat pops out on my forehead as I glide forward an inch or so. “More?”
“Yes.” Her brow is knitted, like she’s concentrating, which isn’t the look I’m going for, but she seems nervous too.
I go a little deeper, so I’m halfway in, and pause again. “You look tense,” I whisper. “Talk to me.”
“Just do it.” She gazes up at me, wiggling her bottom playfully. “I’m thinking so much I’m tensing up, which doesn’t help. If it hurts once you’re all the way in, I’ll let you know.”
“I have an idea. Give me a sec.” I stupidly didn’t think about this before, so I rush into the bathroom, grab a bottle of lube out of my toiletry bag, and then go back into the bedroom.
She’s right where I left her, so I rub a few drops onto my dick and then around her opening as well.
I can see and feel her arousal, but this might help her mentally.
“Thank you,” she whispers, her expression softening as she looks at me. “This is thoughtful.”
“Purely selfish,” I tease. “Because I need to fuck you, Courtney.”
“Then do it.”
This time I’m less cautious, pushing into her firmly but not aggressively.
“Oh God.” Her eyes roll back, her mouth falls open, and her moan is low and needy. “Jesus, Daniil…that feels sooo good. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard.”
So I do.
I thrust in, pull out, and do it again. I want to use some finesse, aim for her G-spot, make her come apart like she did a few minutes ago, but I’m completely caught up in what we’re doing.
Her pussy is warm and smooth, fluttering around me, swallowing me hungrily. Like she wants this as much as I do. Fingernails dig into my forearms as she attempts to steady herself. Every time I bottom out, she moves back a little, so I reach down and grab her by the ass, holding her in place.
“Daniil!” She’s panting, meeting every thrust. “Please—right there!” She shrieks, loud enough to wake Micah and maybe the whole house, but there’s no stopping us. This might be the fastest I’ve gotten off since I was a teenager, but there’s no help for that either.
I slam into her a few more times and a guttural roar leaves my chest.
“Fuck!” My orgasm races down my spine and shoots out with enough force to send me sprawling on top of her. The moment I do her mouth greedily fastens to mine and I swallow the rest of her cries as we topple together.
“Holy…fuck.” I finally collapse, her legs around my waist, fingers somehow laced with mine.
“Much better than BOB,” she whispers against my ear, earning a chuckle from me.
“I appreciate you saying so.”
It takes a minute to catch my breath, and I finally open my eyes so I can gaze down into her face. She seems as relaxed as I’ve ever seen her, eyes closed, faint smile playing on her lips. Lips I want to kiss, again and again and again.
A faint cry from somewhere in the house makes her eyes pop open, and then she grimaces.
“That’s not Micah.”
“Oh, shit. We’re in trouble.” I say it like it’s a problem, but I don’t care. Sandor will be annoyed for about five minutes and then he’ll get over it.
“You warned me to be quiet and then you roared like a damn lion,” she says, giggling.
“Thanks a lot,” someone mutters outside our door, and I bury my face in Courtney’s neck to hide my laughter.
“Cat’s out of the bag, I guess,” she whispers, stroking my hair.
“Looks like it is.” I raise my head again. “That okay with you?”
“Would it matter if it wasn’t?”
“We could ask them to respect our privacy.”
I’m really going to hate it if that’s the direction she wants to go but I’ve made more progress with her in the last twenty-four hours than the last twenty-four months, so I’ll do what she wants.
“I want Micah’s identity to be kept quiet for now, but not…this.”
“I can live with that.” I roll to the side and then pull her into my arms.
“I don’t know what we’re doing, though,” she says after a moment. “I have to go home…and you mostly have to stay here.”
If I wanted to argue the point, I could. But I won’t. Not yet. Her trust in me is provisional, at best, so I can’t push things.
“You can stay as long as you want. I can pay your bills—and don’t get all prickly about it.
You supported my son a hundred percent for the first five months of his life.
That’s a lot of diapers and formula, not to mention baby furniture, clothes, and medical expenses.
So, I can pay a month or two of your bills while we figure things out. ”
“I also have to think about my job,” she says. “Yes, you can pay my bills, but how long can I stay away before Chains replaces me? He was very good to me when I retired from the military, giving me part-time desk work to get me through my pregnancy. I can’t just walk away.”
“No, but you can explain the situation. He obviously knows I’m Micah’s father and this is my first time getting to know my son. As a father, I’m certain he’ll understand.”
“Sure, but I still have responsibilities.”
She sighs, and it’s a long, frustrated sound that tells me she’s torn. Duty and pleasure. Fear and guilt. Probably a lot of other things I can’t pinpoint. And I don’t know how to make any of them better for her.
“Please stay a while longer,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around her more tightly.
“I’m not ready to let you go. Either of you.
I know you think this is all about Micah, but I swear to you it’s not.
I’ve wanted this almost since day one—give me the opportunity to prove it to you.
And if you stay for the rest of the month, I’ll go back to Vegas with you.
I have to get this damn bill passed, or I could leave sooner. Can you do this for me, Courtney?”
Another sigh, this one less frustrated and more undecided.
“Okay,” she says after a moment. “I’ll stay a bit longer. I’ll call Chains and see what we can work out. I took a week’s vacation for the first week but now it’s unpaid time off.”
“Like I said, I’ll pay your bills. If you want, I can give you what we consider a fair lump sum for my half of everything you spent to take care of Micah.”
She starts to protest but I shake my head.
“Come up with a number on your own, when you have time to think. Then we can discuss it, okay? Don’t make this a big deal.
He’s my son and I want to make sure both he and his mother never have to struggle.
No matter what we decide, you’ll never have to worry about money. I give you my word on that.”
“I don’t want money,” she says softly. “I just want him to be safe.”
“He will be. I’ll make sure of it.”
To my surprise, she rolls over and straddles me. “I don’t want to talk anymore.”
“No?” My hands settle at her hips as I gaze up at her. “What would you like to do instead?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” She runs her hands over my chest, caressing me softly, intimately. Like she’s touching me for the first time. “Maybe a shower… and then I’d like to suck that big, glorious cock of yours.”
“How about a bath instead? And then you can suck my cock.”
She smiles. “Deal.”
I wish everything was this easy.