Chapter 25 I Need Something Good #3
Had he ever been this eager to come before?
In the past, it happened when it happened.
He never wished for it to happen faster or last longer.
Tonight, though, he felt desperate to slide inside this woman, swell, and paint her insides.
Mark her as his. As if somehow his cum would signal to all others that she belonged to him.
Stupid. Primitive. Nevertheless, it was true.
That would have to wait until she was completely ready for him to enter her life for good though. He was more than ready, fast as it was.
His hand returned to between her legs, and sounds of need began to spill from her lips, gaining in volume despite losing their clarity.
Her features began to twist, and the louder and less distinct her words became, the harder her hips began to pump against his hand, desperate to reach the pinnacle of her pleasure.
Eager for her to achieve that summit, he pressed against her clit harder, making his circles tighter and faster.
He pressed his mouth to the side of her head and spoke into her hair. “Come for me, beautiful. When you do, I’m going to slip between those gorgeous thighs and thrust home. I’m going to make sure you not only see stars but feel them go supernova.”
Continuing to circle her clit, he bent his head to seal his mouth around her nipple and clutch it in his teeth.
When he bit down, it wasn’t enough to truly hurt her by breaking skin, but it was enough to remind her that while she might hold him in the palm of her hand, he still had the advantage.
The pressure of his touch could allow or deny the relief she sought.
Her legs began to shake, her words became indistinct sounds, and her body tensed. Swiftly, he slipped between her legs, and as her climax hit, he pushed inside her in one unhurried stroke.
He hesitated for only a moment once he reached as far as he could within her, then began a steady, unhurried series of thrusts and retreats to enhance the pleasure streaking through her body.
When her climax finally ebbed away, he stilled.
They were lined up hip-to-hip, his hard cock pressing against her core, her slick folds welcoming him home.
Because that’s what home was—a person. Those who understood you, who accepted you, faults and all, and didn’t ask you to be anything else but who you were.
Her eyes were closed. The smile on her lips was reassuring, but he wanted to watch her respond to him. “Look at me, Elyxandre.”
Her eyes opened languidly, the pupils wide in the dim light of the bedroom and from the desire running through her veins. He waited until he had her attention, her gaze fully focused on his, and only then did he begin to move inside her again.
Time seemed to slow as he noted each reaction.
The fluttering of her eyelids at the pleasure he was stoking.
The arching of her back to invite him further inside her body as he canted her hips to angle himself higher.
The baring of her neck as his mouth found her pulse point, and she granted him permission to mark her.
The instinctual squeeze of her inner walls to keep him seated deeply within her at the bottom of each stroke.
The gasp she emitted when he ground his pelvis against her, teasing all her external nerve endings.
When she managed to focus on him through the post-orgasm haze, he smiled at her. Once more, he twined their fingers together and brought them to just above her head. “That’s it. Who’s loving you, El? Loving you the way you deserve to be loved? Who’s making this body sing?”
“You are.”
“And who am I?”
“Lucas.” His name came out on an exhale that sounded like pure bliss.
“That’s right. It’s Lucas.”
He brushed his nose up one side of hers and down the other. “We’re not done, beautiful. Gonna make this so good for you.”
He withdrew from her body, a half-hearted whine coming from her, and left the bed to stand at the side. His hand returned to his cock, slowly stroking it. “Come to the edge of the bed and get on your hands and knees. Time to go ass-up for me.”
As if stupefied from the orgasm, she fumbled to turn over and crawl toward him. He helped her turn away, and when she still struggled to find her balance, he grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed.
He didn’t wait for her to settle. After lining his cock up with her entrance, he pushed inside and began another round of steady thrusts and retreats, the pace much faster this time, the force much greater.
Hopefully, he didn’t leave bruises where he gripped her, but her sexy mewls and staccato pleas—for more, where it was good, and how hard she wanted it—were overriding his ability to be gentle with her.
The position allowed him to hit her G-spot from a better angle, and the more unintelligible she became, the closer he knew she was. That knowledge helped his own orgasm begin to build. “Need you to come with me, beautiful,” he gritted out.
“Help” was all she could manage to say between each smack of his pelvis against her ass.
“You need my fingers on your clit? Is that what you want?”
“Please,” she begged.
He loosened one hand from her flesh and reached around her hip to rub against her clit, which was now so hard and swollen, she actually hissed at the oversensitivity.
But it was all she needed to topple back over the precipice, with him following right behind her as her spasming walls strangled his cock.
She cried out at the painful pleasure, and he shouted her name as he came.
As the last streams of his cum filled the condom, she collapsed, chest to the mattress, her face turned to the side. He locked his arms, fists to the mattress, wanting to keep his weight off her. Good god, this woman was going to kill him!
After several heaving breaths from both of them as the final waves of euphoria passed, he gave up the battle.
He needed to touch her skin. Unlocking his arms, he allowed his chest to rest against her back, his lips kissing the top of her spine at the base of her neck.
The salty taste of her skin caused him to look up at her face.
He redistributed his weight to one arm and used his free hand to pull back the tendrils of her hair stuck to her cheek and forehead by the sweat they’d worked up.
“Still with me?”
“No. I’m dead,” she mumbled.
One finger continued to brush strands of hair from her skin. “Is that a good thing?” he asked. Her face was flushed, and she looked well-sated, but he was waiting for everything to come crashing back into her when the adrenaline dropped.
She managed a smile. “Very good.”
Reluctantly, he placed a kiss to the back of her neck and stood.
He hated withdrawing from her body, but he needed to get rid of the condom, and he reminded himself that it wouldn’t be their last time together.
He stepped into the bathroom, cleaned up, then returned to slide back into bed, his arms going around her waist as he pulled her perspiring body next to his.
Automatically, his lips made contact with the bend between her neck and her shoulder.
Her hands settled on his. “I need another shower,” she complained.
“Not yet.” He continued kissing her. “I’m feeling primal at the moment. Need my scent all over you so that it sinks in.”
She chuckled at his ridiculous comment. “You’re about as unprimal as it gets.”
“Don’t tempt me, woman,” he mock-snarled. “I’ll go get one of those Scream masks and chase you around the house while wearing it.”
The chuckle became a full-on laugh. “I dare you.”
“You should never dare me,” he told her.
“Well, let’s just make sure Ezra isn’t around when you do because that would be hella awkward.”
He smiled against her skin. “Probably cost me millions in therapy.” He eased away from her, helping her out of bed and back toward the main bathroom. “All right. Shower. Then back to bed. You need your rest after today and then my selfish antics.”
Suddenly, all the fun and teasing went out of the room. “You weren’t selfish. I was. I asked you for this. Fuck, what kind of monster am I? Kennedy’s out there, missing, possibly kidnapped or dead, and here I am spending my time sleeping with my boss.”
“Hey.” He stopped her in her tracks and searched her eyes.
“You spent all day searching for her. Your body is wiped out. You can’t go nonstop.
Others are out there now. That’s what you said.
No one expects you to be doing anything but sleeping right now.
And I guarantee you, other cops would be feeling the same loss, the same helplessness, at not being able to find her.
Sex is a natural way to connect with others and reset the imbalances inside of us. Don’t you dare feel guilty.”
She stepped into him, her forehead to his chest, and he wrapped her in his arms. “I know. I’m sorry. You’re right. I do feel helpless. There’s too much of Kennedy’s past in my past. It’s…”
“Like it’s happening to you?”
She nodded against him.
“You’re safe, El. He can’t hurt you anymore. Even if he tried, you have friends who would protect you, including me. Not only that, I’m here to help you rebuild when you need it. Never feel bad about turning to me to make things disappear for a while.”
They stood there for a few more moments, soaking in the togetherness. Then he prodded her toward the shower again.
“You need sleep. I don’t want you staying at your house. Don’t fuss over it. Just stay here tonight. If it feels weird to sleep with me in my bed, I’ll go to the guest room, but I’d feel better if you were next to me. Please.”
“Okay,” she whispered. “I’ll stay. Hope you have more than cereal for breakfast here.”
She couldn’t see his smile, but he felt like he’d won an Olympic medal at her agreeing to spend the night. “I think I can rustle something up for you.”