CHAPTER 21 #2
Fuck, it’s not easy to remember to stay in control as she takes me between her lips and into her mouth. “Warm. Wet,” I gasp out the words, unable to stop them.
I swear her eyes smile as she looks at me. Her blue eyes hold mine as she bobs up and down on my length. The feeling of her fingers wrapped around me and her lips is almost too much for me to take.
I’ve never felt anything better. Fucking never.
She pops off the end of my dick, and I groan with the loss of contact. I reach down and grip my woman under her arms to lift her off the floor, loving the pout she gives me.
“I wasn’t done,” she protests.
My hands are shaking as I strip the rest of the clothes from her while kicking off my shoes, jeans, and boxers. The socks stay on, for the moment, because I can’t be bothered to peel them off right now. Not when my dick is demanding to be buried inside of her tight, wet heat.
“Later,” I grit out through my teeth, the thought of her wanting to swallow my cum making me feel feral as fuck, and on the edge of losing control. “I need to be inside of you,” I tell her as I lay her out on the bed before I sink to my knees at the edge, “after I taste you.”
I grip her hips and tug her a little closer, her legs spreading to accommodate my shoulders and putting my face right where I want it. When I take a deep breath, I can smell her musky arousal. As I lick my lips, I swear I can already taste her.
A growl is the only warning I give her before diving between her slick thighs. She shouts out, her body arching and her hips moving toward the contact. While looking up the length of her body, I take in the way her tits bounce and her lips part as she moans out my name.
My fucking name.
My. Name.
Fuck.
It’s a heady feeling.
Being her safety. Bringing her pleasure. Bolstering her freedom.
I run my tongue up and down her soaked slit before plunging it inside of her pussy. I lap at her, groaning at how fucking good she tastes while my grip on her body tightens. She doesn’t try and move away, but that doesn’t do anything to lessen the need to hold her in place.
Hold her right where I want her.
“Knox,” she moans, her hips jolting as I run my tongue up to her clit and circle her pulsing bundle of nerves.
Sucking her clit into my mouth, my tongue lashing it as I do, has her panting and moaning as her fingers curl into bedding she’s laid out on. I keep my eyes on her face, watching as bliss smooths her features and pink covers her skin.
She’s so damn beautiful, I almost can’t believe she’s mine.
When my teeth scrape against her clit, she screams, and her thighs shake as an orgasm overtakes her. Fucking gorgeous. Best thing I’ve ever witnessed.
After releasing her clit, I lap at her, wanting more of her taste on my tongue. Then I’m crawling up her body, loving how she can barely move her limbs while her chest rises and falls rapidly as she huffs out her breaths.
My arm hooks around her waist, my hand splaying open at the small of her back, and I use my grip to move her away from the edge of the bed and toward the middle. She’s like a rag doll which causes me to grin and feel like I want to pound my chest with pure fucking male pride.
I did that.
I made my woman’s limbs feel weak and like they’re not her own.
She giggles, her blue eyes sparkling as she looks at me, finally coming back to herself. “Love you,” she mouths the words more than says them, but it doesn’t lessen their impact.
I feel them.
I feel her love.
My greatest hope is she can feel the same, and Wilde can feel it as well.
Haven’s hands slide up over my shoulders and around to my back as I settle over her. I use my forearms to ensure I don’t crush her as we stare at each other. When our mouths meet it’s because we both move at the same time, both of us craving the other, both of us needing the connection.
Our kiss turns heated as I shift my weight to one side so I’m able to reach between us and guide my cock toward her entrance. The moment her warmth kisses the tip of my dick, I thrust forward and bury myself to the hilt.
Her gasp of pleasure has my heart pounding against the inside of my ribcage.
The way her legs come up to grip my hips makes it feel like she never wants any space between our bodies.
I pull away from her lips to bury my face in the crook of her neck, needing a moment so I don’t fill her with my cum too soon.
“You feel so fucking good,” I growl before taking a deep breath of her berries and sunshine scent. It helps to ground me, but it also has me wanting to fuck her hard and fast until she’s screaming my name. Her pussy clenches around my shaft and I grit out, “Do it again.”
She does and it snaps something inside of me.
I start to move, slowly pulling out of her and loving the way my cock drags against her walls, and then slamming my hips forward to fill her again.
It’s a dance with a tempo that feels frantic and primal.
I don’t let up, my movements faster as my thrusts become harder.
Haven digs her nails into my shoulders and the wild part of me hopes she leaves crescent shaped marks behind. Badges of honor. Proof of our love.
I’ll wear them with pride. Fuck, I’d be tempted to have them memorialized by having them tattooed in place permanently. A memory. A reminder.
“Knox,” she gasps, “yes, just like that.”
“I’ve got you, little storm,” I push the words past my clenched jaw which makes them sound garbled and on the edge of nonsense.
But she hears them. She understands.
Her hips move to meet mine, spurring me on as we both chase the bliss that is right there. So close. So fucking close.
“I need you to come all over my cock,” I murmur. “Show me how good it feels to have me filling up your sweet pussy.”
There’s a command in my voice; one her body responds to. I swear she gets fucking wetter. As I tip my head back at how fucking good it feels, I try to hold back the cum churning in my balls as they draw up while the base of my spine tingles.
So fucking close.
“That’s it,” I encourage her, praise coating my words. “Love being inside of you, Haven.” My words are broken, almost nonsensical. “Feel so good. So fucking good.”
“Yes,” she hisses as the walls of her pussy start to squeeze.
And then she’s falling off the edge of her pleasure, her face turning pink as her lungs hold back her breath without her even realizing it. I keep moving, holding out her orgasm, making it last as long as possible.
The moment her body relaxes against the mattress, her fingers twitching where they’re still digging into my shoulders, I can’t hold back any longer. I grunt and then roar out her name as I plunge my length as deep inside of her as I can.
Ropes of my cum paint her walls and, for a moment, I wish she weren’t on birth control. Logically, I’m very aware that we have time. But, fuck, I want to plant my seed inside of her and watch her grow round with our baby.
Our baby.
My eyes cross and my vision goes blurry as my balls drain and my heart tries to punch itself out of my chest. I’m a fucking mess.
But Haven stills snuggles against my chest when I roll us until she’s draped across me. My softening cock is still inside of her, and I’m sure we’ve made a mess.
I don’t care and if the sigh of contentment Haven lets out is any indication, she doesn’t either. My hand runs up and down the length of her spine, her sweat soaked skin reminding me of how hard I made my woman come.
“Love you,” Haven whispers, her lips brushing against my neck with every word.
“Love you forever, Haven,” I tell her, my voice serious. “You and Wilde are mine. My family. My future.”
She sighs, her body going limp against me and I can’t help but smile.
My storm blew into my life, unexpected but needed. Even when there is destruction, there is purpose and meaning in what fate brings into our lives.
I’m not the man I was. But look at all I gained.
Fucking worth it.