21. Chapter 21 #2
She laughed again and he moved off her, dropping his weight onto the mattress at her side so he could touch her.
He took her nipple into his mouth because he loved tasting her and he knew how much she liked it.
She cried out softly and her hands found their way to his hair, tugging a little as she curled her fingers in the length.
He loved how she responded to him. His hand trailed down her stomach and over the mound of hair that hid her from him.
She was bolder this time than their first night together and immediately opened her thighs for him.
He couldn’t help but groan in approval at how she loved this as much as he did.
His fingers found her soaking wet for him.
He pressed a finger inside and she squirmed beneath him.
He raised up on his elbow to watch her. Her eyes were closed and she gasped in soft breaths, her face flushed.
He added a second finger and curled them upward to rub the textured flesh that he knew would be sensitive.
Raising up, he looked down at her pretty cunt, watching his fingers disappear inside her, readying her.
Suddenly, he couldn’t wait anymore. He needed to be inside her.
Withdrawing, he climbed over her and she opened her eyes, smiling at him as she welcomed him into her arms. He grasped her thigh when she curled it around his hip and went to line himself up with her entrance, when she suddenly stopped him with a soft push on his shoulder.
“I’m not…I don’t have the diaphragm.” She looked up at him with wide eyes.
Bloody hell. He hadn’t even considered that.
He’d been so desperate to have her that it hadn’t even occurred to him to take precautions.
He imagined her heavy with his child and, like the day she left, he wanted to plow ahead.
To take her and make a child. The idea should have been abhorrent, but it wasn’t.
He’d spent his entire life avoiding creating a child… and now….This was madness.
He left her to hurry across the room to the chest of drawers and opened the top one.
Thankfully, a stack of tins were tucked in amongst the linens.
He grabbed one and plucked a condom out, tossing the tin on the bedside table.
He was aware of Jenny watching him in fascination as he rolled it on.
It was a slow process because his hands were shaking with how badly he wanted her and because he had to be careful of his piercing.
Finished, he gave in to one tight grip with his palm and felt himself vibrate with pleasure. He hurried back to her and fell over her, his elbows on either side of her as he studied her face. “Ready?” he asked.
She grinned and cupped his cheek, her gaze moving from his mouth to his eyes. For a split second, he thought she might kiss him, but she didn’t. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, soothing his disappointment.
“I’m ready,” she whispered.
He pulled up just far enough to see her. Their noses almost touched. “Guide me in,” he whispered back.
She bit her lip, enjoying his suggestion, but wasted no time in reaching between them to grasp him.
He gasped at the embrace and then again when she notched him at her opening.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair and another of the counterpane at her back, he pressed inside, giving her only long enough to accept each inch of him before seating himself fully within her.
They both cried out into the silence of the room at how incredibly right and good it felt to be together again.
“Please, David. I need more.” She didn’t even give him time to get used to her. She bucked her hips beneath him as much as she could with his weight all but pinning her to the bed.
He didn’t need any further provocation. He pulled back nearly all the way only to slide home again.
She gripped his buttock with one hand, holding him closer.
Her other hand snaked up his back and into his hair, where she held him tight.
He buried his face in her hair and the bed as he fucked her hard and deep against the mattress.
In his mind, this coming together was meant to be soft and gentle, romantic in the way he knew women liked best. But this wasn’t that.
This was an animalistic drive to take her until he came.
He tried to hold back and make certain that she followed along with him. He tried to make it good for her. But it was all too much, too fast, just as it had been when he’d been in her mouth. The tide of pleasure was already building, gathering in the base of his spine and bollocks.
“Jenny?” he whispered, his hips stuttering as he struggled to contain himself.
“David.” She held him tighter and her teeth dug into his shoulder. He gasped as it only sharpened the pleasure.
“Jenny, I can’t—”
“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” An edge of desperation was in her voice. She raised her hips to meet each thrust. “I’m almost there. Harder. ”
He did as she asked, thrusting and rutting, the sounds of their hips coming together filling the room. Then she fell apart beneath him, her cries filling his ears as her cunt clutched at him.
It pushed him over the edge and he came more violently than he had in a long time. Waves of pleasure washed over him, wringing every drop out of him, as he crashed into her again and again until he fell against her.
He whispered soft words to her and pressed kisses to her hair as he fell to his side and clung to her.
She clung to him right back, burying her face in his neck even has he disposed of the condom and then turned right back to her.
They stayed in that embrace for a long time, long after his heart rate had returned to normal.
Long after he would have let any other woman go.
Long enough that he couldn’t pretend what he felt for her wasn’t deeper than affection.
It was love.