Chapter 26
TWENTY-SIX
A thrill races through me at the thought of his powerful body holding me down.
“M-maybe?”
I sound delirious, and all senses go electric when his tongue swipes across my clit, and a second later returns for a swirl with pressure.
“Oh, Justice.”
This is incredible.
He murmurs against me, and slides his tongue through my wetness, dipping into my opening. One of his hands spans my pelvis, pressing me flat to the bed.
“So fucking good, babe.” He purrs roughly, “You must be made of sugar.”
He grazes my clit again, taking his time. I’m too winded to speak.
“Now I know the flavor of addiction. I’ll never get enough.”
Yes, I chant in my head as my fingers draw the soft fabric of the comforter into two tight fists.
That’s all I can do. That and breathe a million miles a minute.
I’ve never had a man taste me before, and I had NO idea how intense it would be.
Or how I would buck hard against his hold when he slipped his fingers inside of me, pushing in, pulling out, wet sounds filling the bedroom.
“That’s my wild girl. You’re so ready for me.”
“Like. That. Like that…” my words blur, slowing to a crawl as I shiver with pleasure.
He shifts, spreads my legs wider and lashes my clit with the tip of his tongue as his fingers do something deep and incredible.
So.
Good.
I’m a meteor, flying toward climax.
That’s when the shout inside me starts to build. There’s a sharp, bright edge, I’ve never felt before.
“Look at me, Rosalie,” he orders, his mouth wet with my pussy flavor, and I peer down at his head between my legs.
Whoa.
It’s so hot seeing him there, my entire lower tummy clenches.
The cocky look he gives me says the sexy SEAL knows exactly what seeing him there does to me.
He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t come up for air.
My shoulders shudder, my breath rasps, my legs squeeze his body.
Flattening his hand on me, he locks me in place, those devilish fingers inside of me pressing up as his other hand presses down, and I realize too late…I’m shouting.
“There! Right! God, yes!”
A sonic boom tears through me that goes on for far too long, leaving me flat and shaky.
What in the world was that?
“Easy,” he murmurs in a sexy low rumble. “Come back to earth.”
Huh?
When my eyes open, I’m staring at the pool of warm light on the vaulted ceiling, and he’s still between my thighs, the weight of his thick fingers inside of my pussy.
It feels good. Like he’s present. Still connected.
A light kiss on my clit makes me shiver. I’m still trying to swallow when he rises up to his knees.
I lose my sanity all over again. That massive cock of his is engorged, dark pink, jutting heavily from his hips.
“I need you up here,” I coarsely whisper, waving for him to come close. “Now, please.”
“I wouldn’t think of going anywhere else.”
He slips his fingers free from my body and uses my wetness to lubricate his cock, hissing through his teeth as he does.
“See what you do to me.”
“Look at what you do to me?” I roll my hips, pinch my nipples and widen my thighs like a straight-up bad girl.
He growls, “God. Damn. My hot little trouble-maker.”
We both watch as he slides those first inches into me.
Yes. Oh. Good heavens. “That feels so good,” I breathe, eyes widening.
Completely focused, Justice watches me stretch around him as he strokes in until the massive thickness at his base makes me gasp.
His gaze jumps to mine, holding me captive, while his girth stays planted.
“You take me so well. Squeezing every inch of my big dick.”
I nod, biting my lip, completely breathless as he glides out.
In. Out again. Each time the depth of the end of the thrust a little deeper.
Shifting, he angles me expertly, lifting my hips with one of his hands below my rear. The angle takes him even deeper.
His other muscular arm is planted next to my shoulder, caging me in, holding me right where he wants me with his strength.
Safe. Protected. Wanted. He makes me feel everything.
“Fuck, I love how you feel,” he grinds out, breathing hard. Color rising on his chest as he works, thrusting, his teeth clenched.
“Touch yourself,” he orders.
“What?”
“Play with your clit while I fuck you.”
My eyes widen with realization. “Is that okay?”
He grins, shaking his head slowly, still thrusting. “Everything is okay in our bed, baby.”
This is shocking.
I guess I really should have watched some porn or something. “Oh my god, why does that sound so dirty?” I ask before I can stop myself.
His hand shifts, the one holding my rear in the air, and suddenly there is a delicious slide of his fingertips between my cheeks, and gentle pressure in a place I’ve never felt it before.
“Because good sex can be filthy. It can be sweet, it can be slow.”
He strokes his massive length in and out of me in a patient glide, his fingers working some kind of magic, BACK THERE, that makes my throat ache because the pleasure is so intense.
He doesn’t penetrate that ring though, just teases, and makes me crazy. When he’s got me totally panting, whimpering, and out of my head with pleasure he finds my ear.
“We can do hard and raw, too. Whatever you need, baby.”
His thrusts speed, deepen, bouncing me. Making my breasts pop up and down.
“Yes!” I gasp, my fingers circling my clit fast as my other hand bites into his wrist.
He leans over me, a look of intense pleasure on his face before he captures my lip between his teeth and rasps, “That’s my girl. You’re mine now, and we’ll do it all. Ever fucking sweet, dirty, delicious thing that can be done.”
“Promise?” I ask, my tongue skating along my swollen mouth, knowing I’m teasing him.
“Fuck, yes.”
He pistons harder, his hand still teasing, his tongue greedily searching my mouth, orchestrating the ultimate release.
I don’t scream, I have no breath, but when he chases his own orgasm, pounding me up the bed with his powerful thrusts, wild, loud sounds come from both of us.
“Yes. Ahhhh!” He shudders hard, coming deep inside of me.
I come on a tidal wave of emotion. The tears coming from my eyes stop him cold.
“No,” he rasps. “Don’t cry.” He falls onto me, kissing my temple, breathing raggedly, body shaking above me. Holding my face between his hands with the gentlest touch.
“It’s just…” I can’t finish.
“I know, baby,” he whispers. “I fucking feel it too.”
We stay like that a long time, my arms wrapped around his back, his thumbs stroking my cheeks, nuzzling my hair as our hearts return to a normal pace.
“I’m sorry,” he suddenly tenses and groans. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“What’s wrong?” I try to raise up too quick causing my chest to pinch and ache, as he pulls back to kneel.
There, between us is his cock.
Still nicely plump, coated in our combined release.
But he is bare as the day he was born.
Whoa.
He scrubs his hands over his face as my heart turns over inside my chest and a strange warm sensation erupts behind my belly button.
Is that my hormones?
My scientist brain is trying to figure that out when he interrupts my analysis.
“We could be pregnant,” he says solemnly. “Or more accurately, getting pregnant right now. This second.”
A vision of a sperm racing along, finding an egg pops into my head. Yes. We could be getting pregnant right now. That’s how it works.
Blinking, I sit up. The earth is a little tilted, my head a little wobbly. There’s also a parched desert in my mouth.
Pregnant. A baby. With Justice.
“We could be,” I whisper, trying to decipher the look in his face until a shrill female voice screams somewhere inside the house.