Chapter 6 #2
"I need you." She moved closer, her hand coming up to rest on my chest. "I need to feel alive, Sam. Need to feel you. Need to know this is real."
"Jess—"
"I almost died today." Her eyes met mine, fierce and determined. "And all I could think about was that I'd never know what it felt like to be yours. Really yours. Please don't make me wait anymore."
My control snapped like a rotted rope.
"Get in the bag," I growled.
She scrambled into the combined sleeping bags, and I followed her, zipping us in. The space was tight, forcing us together, and suddenly there was no part of her not pressed against me.
"Christ, you're cold," I said, wrapping around her instinctively.
"Then warm me up," she challenged.
I pulled her closer, tucking her head under my chin, wrapping body around hers. The position put her soft body against every hard plane of mine, and I felt her shiver—but not from cold this time.
"Better?" I asked, my hands running up and down her back, generating friction and warmth.
"Getting there."
I rubbed her arms, her back, her legs through the thermal fabric. Professional. Clinical. Except my hands were shaking and my cock was rock-hard against her stomach and there was nothing professional about the way she was looking at me.
"Sam," she whispered.
"Yeah, baby?"
"I'm warm enough now."
"You sure? Because I want you thinking clearly when I—"
"I'm thinking clearly." Her hand slid down my chest, lower. "I'm thinking about how you promised to claim me."
"Jess," I groaned.
"I want that," she said fiercely. "I want all of it. I want you to make me forget everything except that I'm yours."
"You don't know what you're asking for."
"Then show me." Her eyes met mine, golden in the dim light. "Show me what it means to be Sam Edwards' woman. Show me everything you've been promising."
And God help me, I couldn't resist anymore.
I kissed her like I'd been dying to since the moment I found her alive in this tent. Like I'd been desperate to since I'd realized she was missing.
She met me with equal intensity, her body arching into mine.
"Need you," I groaned against her mouth. "Need to be inside you."
"Yes," she gasped. "Please.”
I pulled back just enough to look at her face. "This is going to be intense. You understand?"
"I don't want you holding back. I want everything."
"Then you're getting everything." My hands found the hem of her thermal top. "But first, these come off. I want to see every inch of what's mine."
She helped me strip off her top, revealing perfect breasts barely contained by a sports bra. Then the bra was gone too, and I had my first full view of her bare skin.
My hands covered her breasts, feeling her nipples harden against my palms. "You're fucking perfect, Jess."
"Sam—" She was panting now, her body moving restlessly against mine.
"My turn," I said, stripping off my own shirt.
Her hands immediately went to my chest, exploring me with reverent touches.
"You're so strong," she said. "I felt safe the moment you held me. Like nothing could hurt me when you were there."
"You're mine to protect now. Mine to keep safe. Mine to pleasure," I promised, rolling her beneath me in the confined space.
I kissed down her neck, her collarbone, taking one perfect nipple into my mouth. She cried out as I worshiped her breasts, learning what made her gasp, what made her moan, what made her fingers dig into my shoulders.
"Please," she finally begged.
"I know what you need, baby." My hand slid down her stomach, finding the waistband of her thermal leggings. "You need me inside you. Need me claiming you. Need me filling you up."
"Yes."
I stripped off her leggings and underwear, then my own, until there was nothing between us but need and desperate want.
The sleeping bag was cramped, forcing us to stay tangled together, but I didn't care. Preferred it this way—her body trapped beneath mine, unable to escape the pleasure I was about to give her.
"Spread your legs for me," I commanded.
She obeyed immediately, and I settled between her thighs, my cock resting against her entrance.
"Look at me," I ordered. "I want to see your eyes when I make you mine."
Her eyes locked on mine—golden brown and dilated with desire and trust and something deeper.
"Good girl," I said, and thrust inside.
She was so tight I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming immediately. Hot and wet and perfect, gripping me like a vice.
"Oh God," she gasped, her nails digging into my back. "Sam—you're so—it's so—"
I pulled out and thrust back in, deeper this time. "Too much?"
"No. Perfect. You're perfect."
I started moving in deep, possessive strokes. The sleeping bag trapped us together, forcing her to take everything I gave her, and I used it ruthlessly.
"Mine," I growled with each thrust. "Say it. Say you're mine."
"Yours," she gasped. "I'm yours, Sam. Only yours."
"Fucking right you are." I gripped her hip with one hand, angling her so I could go deeper. "Never letting you go. Never letting anyone else touch you. You're mine now, Jess. My woman. Mine to fuck and fill and breed."
She cried out at that, her body clenching around me. "Yes. Sam. Oh, yes.”
"You like that? Like the idea of me breeding you? Putting my baby in your belly?"
"Yes!" Her head thrashed on the sleeping bag.
"Gonna give it to you," I promised, thrusting harder. "Gonna fill you with my cum every day until it takes. Gonna watch you grow round with my child. Gonna make you mine in every way possible."
"Sam—I'm going to—I can't—"
"Come for me," I commanded, my hand sliding between us to find her clit. "Come on my cock and show me you're mine."
One touch and she shattered, screaming my name as her whole body convulsed. The sight of her coming undone—because of me, for me—pushed me over the edge.
I buried myself deep and let go, filling her with everything I had, marking her in the most primitive way possible. I rolled us carefully so she was draped across my chest, still connected, my cum leaking out around where we were joined.
"Don't move," I said when she started to shift. "Stay just like this. Want to keep my cum inside you as long as possible."
She shivered. "Sam—"
"You're mine now," I said, my hand sliding down to cup her ass possessively. "Took my cock, took my cum, took my claim. You understand what that means?"
"Tell me," she whispered.
"It means you're not going anywhere. Means you're staying on this mountain, in my bed, carrying my babies. Means you're mine to protect and pleasure and keep for the rest of our lives."
"That's crazy," she said, but there was no conviction in it.
"Maybe." I pulled her up for a kiss. "But you're mine anyway. Say it again."
"I'm yours."
"Again."
"I'm yours, Sam. Completely yours."
Satisfaction rolled through me, primal and possessive. "Good girl. My perfect, brave, stubborn girl."
Outside, the storm still raged. But inside our tent, wrapped together in the aftermath of claiming each other, we were safe. We were together.
WE DOZED FOR A WHILE, still connected, my softening cock inside her keeping my cum from escaping. Every time she moved, I'd pull her closer, not ready to separate yet.
Not ready to stop claiming her.
Eventually, though, biology won and I had to pull out. She whimpered at the loss, and I soothed her with kisses.
"Shh, baby. Not done with you yet. Just need a minute to recover."
"I don't think I can—" She stopped, her eyes widening as my cock started hardening again against her thigh. "Already?"
"Told you. Been wanting you since the moment I saw you.
Once isn't nearly enough." I rolled her beneath me again.
"Spread those pretty legs for me. Time for round two.
I want you feeling me for days." I notched myself at her entrance again, still slick with my cum.
"Want you walking bow-legged tomorrow, remembering exactly who you belong to. "
I pushed inside in one smooth stroke, and she cried out.
"Too much?" I asked, holding still.
"No. God, no. More. Please more."
This time I took her slower, letting her feel every inch as I claimed her again. Let her feel the drag and pull, the way her body opened for mine, the way we fit together like we'd been made for this.
"Never felt anything like this," I groaned. "So perfect. Like you were made for my cock."
"Maybe I was," she gasped. "Maybe I was made for you."
The words hit me like a fist to the chest. "Say that again."
"Maybe I was made for you." Her eyes met mine, serious despite the pleasure. "Maybe this is what I've been looking for. What I've been missing. You."
I claimed her mouth in a kiss that was more promise than passion. I felt her building again, felt her body starting to tighten around me. "That's it, baby. Come for me again. Show me this pussy knows who it belongs to."
She came with a cry, and I followed her, filling her again with my seed.
"Gonna keep you full of me," I murmured against her neck as we came down together. "Gonna fill you every chance I get until my baby takes root inside you."
"Sam—"
"You want that? Want to carry my child?"
"Yes," she admitted. "I know it's crazy, but yes. I want everything with you."
I rolled us again so she was on top this time, straddling me with my cock still inside her.
"Then you're getting everything," I promised. "Every fucking thing, Jess. Starting right now."