CHAPTER 17 #2
I make a humming sound and then stand with her still in my arms. My towel comes undone and falls to the floor leaving me completely naked. It’s barely a blip on my radar. All I want to do is take my woman to bed and worship her until she forgets why she was sad to begin with.
“Rhodes,” her voice is tentative and wary as she looks over my shoulder while I stride to the room that will be ours very soon, “you lost your towel.”
“I’m not going to need it.”
“Oh,” she breathes out just as I kick the door closed behind me.
I lay her out on the bed and undress her with reverence. Every bit of skin I reveal, I kiss. When she arches into my touch, I murmur how gorgeous she is. When she reaches for me, I go willingly.
When my frame finds a home in the cradle of her thighs, peace suffuses through my entire being. Home. That’s exactly what she is for me.
My home.
My forever.
Mine.
I kiss down her neck and love the way goosebumps pop up all over her skin. It makes me want to beat my chest and shout loud enough for the entire world to hear she’s mine. But I don’t need the entire world to know; just her is enough.
“Helen,” I breathe against her skin and take in the way she shivers underneath me, “you’re so damn beautiful. I’m so glad you came to me.”
My mouth teases her skin, kissing and nipping down her body until I get to her perfect tits. They fill my hands up just right and I cup one of them, my thumb gliding back and forth across her nipple until it becomes a hardened point.
“Perfect,” I rasp before I suck her nipple into my mouth.
Her back arches off the bed and she gasps my name like it’s a prayer. I’ve never heard my name like that from anyone. My dick throbs underneath me and I fight myself not to grind down to give it some relief.
When I nip at the hard peak, she makes a keening sound that has pre-cum leaking from the tip of my dick. Fuck. I desperately want to be buried inside of her, pounding into her, giving her everything she needs.
I brace myself on my forearm as my other hand slides down her body. When my fingers glide up and down her slit, I find her fucking soaked. My fingers are coated in her shiny juices when I pull my fingers away and ring her other nipple in her arousal.
My mouth covers it, and I let out a groan that is pure sin and destruction. The taste of her explodes on my tongue. And then I’m fucking ravenous.
But my dick is also throbbing and begging to be buried inside of her. I’m torn. I want to taste, but I also want to feel her tight walls around my length.
Helen’s fingers slide into my hair and tug. I release her nipple with a pop as I look up at my woman. Her eyes are glazed over with lust as her hips wiggle underneath me.
“I need you inside of me,” there’s a plea in her voice which has me rocking my hips against her and seeking friction.
“Fuck yes,” I growl.
Her legs fall open and I grip the base of my shaft to guide myself to where I belong. To where I’ll always belong.
The moment her heat kisses my tip, I plunge forward and fill my woman’s tight, wet heat in one sure stroke. We both moan at the sensation.
Being inside of her settles something inside of me and then clicks into place as her limbs wrap around me. Secure. Safe. Home.
We move together, a dance of primal need to satisfy our lust, our desire, our passion. Every movement pushes us closer to the edge.
The kisses we share are all teeth. Moans fill the room and her soft, curvy body molds to me. Welcomes me. Celebrates the way I can make her feel.
“Rhodes,” she moans, her back arching just enough for her hard nipples to scrape against my chest, “please, harder.”
I give her exactly what she needs. I fuck her harder, every time I fill her pulls a yelping keening groan from her body. It’s exciting. My body and my soul chase the sound, wanting the pleasure we can only find with our bodies.
“I need to feel you milking my cock,” I grit out as my balls draw up and the base of my spine tingles in a way I won’t be able to hold back.
Helen’s eyes focus, some of the lust glazed-over look leaving her gaze. “Please,” she begs, “fill me with your cum. I want to feel it.”
Not for the first time I wish she wasn’t on birth control. The vision in my head of my woman round and pregnant with my child slams into me.
Thankfully, her pussy clams down on my shaft just as I lose control and the first jet of my cum paints her convulsing walls. It’s perfection.
It’s also sweaty.
Filled with panting breaths.
As I pepper kisses all over her face as we both float through the vestiges of our pleasure, I know that I’ll never let her go. Not after she defended me against her father. Not after she’s stolen my heart.
I give it to her gladly.
But if she ever puts herself in danger again, I’ll arrest her without a second though. Anything to keep her safe.
And happy. I’ll make sure there are more moments of joy than doubt. Because she deserves nothing less, and ensuring the life before us is good is the most important job I could ever take on.