Chapter 15 #2
We mirror each other, both of us going to the button on our jeans next. The clothes I’m removing might be simple to Adam and his brothers, but they are the nicest I’ve ever owned. Brand new. They smell so nice. And they fit me well, even though I wasn’t there to try them on.
In a frenzy, we toss clothes around until we’re both naked. Adam surprises me when he climbs onto the bed and drops onto his back next to me. He reaches out a hand. “Crawl on top of me, sweetheart.”
“Uh…” I’m not sure what he has in mind.
“Straddle my body, your knees on either side of my hips.”
I tremble as I obey him, beyond confused. His shaft is long and thick, like it was last night and this morning. I couldn’t resist looking at it while he got dressed.
“What are we doing?” I ask.
“You’re going to ride me, sweetheart.” He lifts me by my hips and arranges me where he wants me. His cock flattens against his stomach, the thickness of it rubbing along my slit.
Immediately, I groan. It feels so good that I can’t resist rocking against him, using his length to grind against my clit.
“That’s my girl. Show me how pretty you are when you come. Lean forward. Set your palms on my chest.”
When I obey that directive, I find out this position is even better. More friction where I need it most. Already I’m close to exploding—a phenomenon I now know is called an orgasm.
“Pleasure yourself, sweetheart. I want to watch your breasts sway while you rub against my cock.” He reaches up and thumbs my nipples, making my eyes roll back.
“Fuck, you’re so damn gorgeous. Faster, sweetheart.”
I rut against him, unable to care that my movements are indecent. Adam certainly doesn’t mind. He’s the one directing this, plus his voice is so sexy when he talks dirty to me.
“Need you to come, Rebekah. If you don’t orgasm soon, you’re going to make me come against my stomach.”
I grind harder. It feels so good. I never want it to end.
Adam grabs my hips, stopping me. I’m so close that I whimper as I meet his gaze. “Please…”
“Where does my come belong, sweetheart?” he growls.
I lick my lips. “In my pussy.”
“That’s right. Do you want to waste it?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Can I get you pregnant if my come is all over my stomach?”
I shake my head harder. “No.”
“Are you going to be a good girl and come on my cock for me so I can watch you shatter before I fuck your cunt?”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
His words are so filthy that I’m ten times more aroused than I was before he stopped me. By the time he releases me, I’m desperate to reach my peak. I rub faster and harder until I’m right there. Pressing firmly against his cock, I cry out as my body shudders violently with my release.
Before I’m finished, Adam lifts my hips a few inches, which causes his shaft to pop up. He releases me, impaling me with his thick length.
I throw my head back and scream as another orgasm washes through me, my vision blurry.
“Ride me, sweetheart. Bounce on my cock.”
I shift my weight from my knees to my feet and use my heels to do as he says—ride him. It’s so erotic. And so amazing. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine myself in a position like this.
Adam groans loudly as he empties himself inside me. He holds me down as he fills me, and then he somehow manages to flip us over so that I’m on my back and he’s hovering over me without dislodging his cock.
His mouth comes to mine, and he kisses me as though we haven’t seen each other in years. There’s a desperation in it that melts my heart.
“I love you so much, Rebekah,” he whispers against my lips.
I’m incapable of speech. I’ll tell him how much I love him later when I can talk again.
Pushing his cock in deeper, he growls, the sound primal as if he’s marking me. “The caveman in me wants to make sure I put a baby inside you as soon as possible. The feeling is more intense today than it was yesterday. Does that scare you, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I admit. “Scares me to death, but I want the same thing as you.”
We’re both panting heavily for several more minutes before Adam eases out of me. He doesn’t let me get up, though. He kneels in front of me, pushes my knees up, and presses them together.
His chest is rising and falling, and his look is as feral as his words. “You’ll keep my semen inside you until I say otherwise, understood?”
I nod, my cheeks heating. In this moment, I’ll do anything he wants. It occurs to me this is one of the times he was trying to explain this morning when he intends to boss me around in a way that makes me horny.
He’s right. I’m so hot for him I can’t see straight. The way he’s holding me down, pushing my knees so high and tight, forcing me to accept his seed into my body… It’s the sexiest thing in the world. I’ll never be able to tell him no when we’re in our bed.
“You want that, don’t you, Rebekah? You want my baby growing inside you.”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“Tell me what scares you,” he demands. “The more you talk about it, the less it will worry you.”
“The birth,” I whisper. He knows this.
“Have you ever seen a woman use medicine to dull the pain?”
I frown. “No.”
“Well, they do. The ones who go to the hospital can choose to have some drugs that lessen the discomfort.”
“Oh.” That sounds nice.
“If that’s something you want, I’ll make it happen. We’ll go to the city and take childbirth classes, where we’ll learn all of our options, and you can decide what you want your birthing experience to look like.”
“Me?” I get to decide?
He smiles. “Yes, firecracker. It’s your body. I won’t tell you that you have to endure that kind of pain. My job will be to support you, hold your hand, give you ice chips, absorb your discomfort.”
“But men don’t stay in the room when women give birth,” I say, confused. They don’t even stay in the house.
His brows lift. “Oh, sweetheart, this man will be there the entire time. I won’t leave your side for a moment. I put the baby inside you. The least I can do is be there to comfort you.”
“You will?”
“Definitely.”
For some reason, that calms me. I’ve only been with him one day, but already I know I will always be soothed by his presence. Just touching him relaxes me. The thought of him staying with me when I give birth changes my entire perspective.
My lips tremble as tears come to my eyes. “I love you.”
He beams at me. “I love you, too, sweetheart.”
“Can I get up yet?” I ask, mostly because I want to hear him switch to his caveman voice and tell me no.
I get my wish. His expression switches from the huge smile to flat lips and a furrowed brow. “Not until I say, and if you keep asking, I’ll make it longer.”
I shudder at his bossy words. I suspect he knows they turn me on, and that’s why he’s being so demanding. It’s like a little game we’re going to play for the rest of our lives, and I like it. Biting my lip, I try not to grin, but I doubt I’m successful.