CHAPTER 8 #2
Her face softens as I hook my fingers into the waist of her panties and pull them down over her hips and legs. When she’s naked in front of me, all I can do is stare and take her in.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, “you’re gorgeous.”
A sweet little blush grows slowly on her cheeks. With her standing in front of me, I bury my face in the apex of her thighs, and she yelps out a surprised sound.
“You smell good,” I rumble the words against her flesh. “I already know you’re soaked for me,” it’s not an accusation, it’s a certainty.
I angle my head to look up into her blue eyes. Can she see how much I want her? My cock throbs and if I don’t take it out of my jeans soon, I’m concerned about permanent damage.
When I stand, my movements are slow and our bodies touch the entire time. Fuck, I love the way she feels against me. I want more.
My hands grip her hips and I groan, “Teach, I’m never going to get enough of you.”
She smirks and I reach for my belt. I strip the rest of my clothes quickly and when I look at her again, her eyes are locked on my dick. When she licks her lips, I let out a low groan.
“Don’t,” my voice sounds strained and her gaze snaps to mine. “When you lick your lips and stare at my dick like that, all I can think about is you sucking me into your mouth.”
The smile on my woman’s face is pure seduction. When she rubs her thighs together, my hands grip her hips, and I haul her up against my chest before I put her right where I want her—in the middle of the bed. My much larger frame engulfs her body as my mouth slams down on hers.
This kiss is pure fucking desperation and need. As I prop myself up with my forearm next to her head, my other hand roams over her. When I cup her tit and squeeze slightly before teasing her nipple, her legs wrap around my waist.
My length slides between her pussy lips and I can feel how fucking wet she is for me. I hiss out a breath and growl, “I need to be inside of your sweet cunt.”
Her hips wiggle and it’s almost too much for me.
Even though I don’t want to stop touching her, I sit back on my heels, and I reach into my side table to pull out a condom.
Something crosses her face and I freeze in place.
What the fuck is wrong with me and the way I feel whenever Ezra shows even an ounce of distress?
The only thing I can do is breathe through the feeling and the panic that wants to grip me.
Her voice is small as she admits, “I’m not on birth control or anything. It’s been a while and I’m clean, but you should know the risk, even with a condom.”
I huff out a breath as my pulse skyrockets while I focus on rolling the condom down my length. When I look back at her, I can see the banked anticipation in my woman’s eyes.
“There is nothing in this fucking universe that could stop me from sinking into your tight pussy,” my voice is rough.
What I don’t say is that one day, soon, I’ll be burying myself inside of her with nothing between us.
A vision of her pregnant with my child, her hand resting on her belly and a big smile gracing her face, hits me and has me sucking in a quick breath of surprise.
It’s so fucking clear, but that’s not what surprises me.
No, what surprises me is the way my entire being yearns for the vision to become reality.
One of her hands slides down her body and I can’t look away. Her fingers glide between her pussy lips and she holds herself open for me. Her clit is plump and my mouth waters with the way her arousal glistens on her flesh.
My hand grips the base of my cock, and I thump the tip against her clit. Ezra arches her back and moans, the sound making me tighten the grip on my control.
“Fuck me,” I grit out through my teeth, “you’re so fucking sexy. You make me want to bury my cock in you and never pull out.”
Her eyes are half-lidded as they roam over my body. She pants out the question, “What’s stopping you?”
My eyes squeeze closed for a moment before I open them and lock my gaze with hers. I grip her wrist, not hard enough to hurt, but enough that she doesn’t resist me when I bring her fingers, soaked with her juices to my lips and suck them into my mouth. Every trace of her taste I find and devour.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” I groan. “Next time I’m eating your cunt until you pass out,” my words are a promise; one I tend to keep.
Ezra’s eyes flare with heat as I find her entrance with the head of my dick, giving her just enough of me that her lips part as she whimpers. She reaches for me and I’m right there, covering her body with mine. Our skin tingles where we touch.
“Titus, I need you to fill me with your big cock,” the last word breaks on her lips as I surge my hips forward and bury myself balls deep inside of her hot channel.
“Fuck,” I bellow, her walls squeezing me like a damn vice.
“Yes,” she hisses, her voice low as she clings to me.
Then everything else falls away except the feel of her pussy stretching around me as I start to move.
We moan together, our lips almost touching, every time I fill her completely.
When I rotate my hips and rub against her clit, her legs tighten around my waist and her hips angle just right to fray my control the next time I sink in again.
Our movements become something more; more than chasing each other to the edge to tumble off for fleeting pleasure.
We don’t look away from each other, we stay locked in.
Even when her fingers are scrambling for purchase against my sweat slicked back.
Even when I’m pounding into her, my teeth bared as I try to hold back the tingle at the base of my spine.
Because I’m too fucking close.
Because I’ve never felt anything like this.
I growl, “I need you to come.” Desperation flashes across her face and my voice drops, “Come all over my cock, Teach, claim me as yours.”
When I reach between us and smack her clit, my woman detonates. Her eyes roll back in her head, and I take her mouth and swallow down the sound of her falling apart for me. The way her orgasm washes through her destroys me.
Her pussy begs for me to join her, and I slam into her two more times before I moan her name against her lips and fill her to the hilt while emptying into the condom. And I hate the fucking condom.
I’ve never hated one before. I always relied on them and never failed to suit up. But right now, it’s offensive as fuck to not be filling her sweet pussy with my cum and her womb with my baby.
I pepper kisses all over her face, our chests heaving as she holds me against her.
The last fucking thing I want to do is pull out of her, so I don’t do it right away.
Only when our breathing slows and I’m afraid I’ll crush her do I grip the base of my dick, keeping the condom in place and pull out.
“Don’t move,” I whisper against her lips before kissing her softly. I can’t get enough of her lips. “I’m cleaning you up and then we’re sleeping. It’s been a long day, and I expect some sort of update tomorrow.”
Ezra smiles at me, her blue eyes drooping with exhaustion. “You’re sweet,” she mutters, her features soft. “I won’t tell anyone,” she promises before her eyes slide closed while I chuckle softly.
The trust she’s putting in me, again, has my heart dancing a funny jig in my chest that should probably worry me. It doesn’t.
Once the condom is dealt with and I’ve cleaned her up with a washcloth, I slide into bed and wait for the panic to set in. I don’t let women sleep over. Fuck, I don’t let women into my bed. Not this one and not the one at my house on our land.
The thought of Ezra in the bed there, in the house I suddenly want to make into a home with her, makes me nervous because of how badly I want it. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.
I slide into place behind her and pull her against my chest, loving the way she fits, as she lets out a contented sigh. It’s not going to be easy to keep her. I won’t let anything stop me, not now, but that doesn’t mean it’ll be easy.
It’s a good thing I’m not the kind of man to back down just because something is hard. Or dangerous. Or violent.
Ezra came to me when she needed help, when her dad chastised her like some child, and I’m going to be the man she needs me to be. I’ll keep her and never give her a reason to walk away.