Chapter 10 #2
The only parts of what she said that registered in my mind were yes and that she called sex with me making love.
The moment the words came out of her mouth, a whole new world opened up for me, one where being together might include not only desire but also feelings of love.
It was more than I dared to hope for. But now that the thought was firmly entrenched in my mind, I wanted it more than anything else in the entire fuckin’ world.
Something fierce and possessive rose up in my mind. And a little voice in the back of my mind told me to claim her and make it good for her, so she would always associate my touch with pleasure and strength. In my affection-starved brain, this all sounded good, so I went with it.
My hand slid up and into her hair. Having a fistful of her hair felt like fine silk threads rubbing against my skin. I pulled her closer, tipping her head back and took her lips. My other hand stayed firmly anchored to her hip to keep her from squirming all over my hard cock.
When her lips parted against mine, I slid my tongue into her mouth, eager to get a taste of her. She was so fuckin’ warm and sweet. She made a soft sound of pleasure, low in her throat, and it went straight to my cock.
I’d been hung up on her and daydreaming about what it would be like to have her in my arms, fantasizing about her wanting me back.
And here we were, sharing the same breath with her clutching onto me, practically begging for more of what only I could give.
She wanted me. Trusted me. And that was heady stuff for a guy who’d mostly known only one-night stands and club girls.
I broke the kiss long enough to look at her.
“You like what I have to give?” I asked, needing to hear her say it out loud.
Her fingers slipped beneath my cut and curled into the front of my shirt. “Yes, I more than like it. I don’t want anyone but you, Fuse.”
Hearing my name, twisted something in my mind, making me think she was giving herself to me for more than one night.
I kissed her again, taking my time and paying close attention to what she liked.
I let my lips slide down to her neck and she moved her head to give me better access.
I let my tongue come out to slide down her neck and then blew across the wet skin, making her squirm and groan with need.
Truth be told, I liked the pretty sounds she made when I pleasured her.
I stood, taking her with me, and carried her towards the bed.
She gasped and wrapped her arms around my neck as I carried her. I sat her down on the mattress. For a second, I just stood there between her knees, looking down at her. Then I tipped her chin up to look into her eyes.
“Do you want to get naked for me, or do you want me to unwrap you like the perfect gift you are?”
“I want to be your gift,” she replied in a breathless voice.
I took my time, lifting her shirt over her head, taking her jeans off along with her panties, and finally removing her bra. My heart leapt in my chest because the sight of her loveliness made me ache with want.
When she lay back and looked up at me, her hair was spread around her head, making her look almost angelic.
Her chest rose as she watched me remove my clothing one piece at a time.
I always took my cut off first, folded it, and laid it aside.
No brother was quite stupid enough to disrespect his own cut, me least of all. I’d worked too hard to earn it.
When I pulled off my shirt and threw it aside, her eyes flew open. I flexed my muscles and was gratified by how she propped herself up onto one elbow to get a better look as I opened my pants with one hand. I kicked off my boots before shoving my pants and underwear down.
My eager cock wasn’t doing me any favors tonight by being so big and bold in front of my pretty virgin. But I knew just what to do to make taking my cock not only possible but pleasurable for her.
To her credit, Winter didn’t look scared or even apprehensive. Instead, she reached up and slid her hands along my hips as she gazed at what I considered my best quality. It took me a second to realize she was pulling me down to her.
She’d told me she wanted me, and now she was showing me. That was good enough for me. I came down on top of her, bracing myself on my arms to keep my weight off her smaller form. I kissed her again, like I meant it this time.
Her legs came out to wrap around me as we kissed, and I teased her nipples with my tongue.
Her opening so effortlessly for me felt amazing, like she was as eager for me as I was for her.
When her nails scraped gently down my back, my cock leaked precum onto her stomach.
She didn’t care. She reached down with both hands to stroke my cock. The heat between us was building fast.
I brushed my thumb along her cheek to get her to look up. “You with me?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good. I’m going to give you an orgasm with my mouth and put my fingers inside you to prepare you to take my cock. Are you down with that?”
She nodded, even though a soft pink blush crept up from her breasts to her pretty face.
Wasting no time, I kissed my way down her body and got right to work.
The closer to her heat I got, the more I could smell her scent.
She tasted as good as she smelled. That first lick through her tender folds sent something primal, almost feral, rolling through my chest. Once I had her on my tongue, all I wanted was the next lick, the next taste of her sweetness.
I craved it, needed it, and the sounds of pleasure she made too.
I took my time, circling around her clit and making soft laps over the top until she was going wild beneath me.
I slid one finger inside her tight core, seeking out her G-spot.
Touching it lightly, I sucked on her clit, making her come with one undignified guttural noise.
I didn’t care what noises she made, as long as she made them.
I added another finger and then one more, hoping to stretch her enough to take me.
By the time I moved up and notched my cock into place, her expression was blissfully happy.
“Are you good, or do you still want my cock, sweetheart?”
Her eyes flew open and she gazed up at me, chewing on her bottom lip. Just when I thought she was going to decline my glorious cock, she spoke, “I want it all with you, so don’t stop now.”
Since I’m a real give-the-lady-what-she-wants kind of man, I dropped over her onto one hand and used my other to guide my cock into her wet heat. I pressed myself slowly forward, stopping to give her a chance to rest along the way.
Her hands came up to rest against my chest somewhere along the way. When she felt the burn, her nails dug into my skin. It was effective nonverbal communication, alerting me when she needed me to slow down.
When I bottomed out, I kissed her harder and she met me, matching my energy and enthusiasm.
Her legs even tightened around me all on her own as if she wanted to hold me in place.
I did as she wanted, not moving a muscle.
I could feel her virgin pussy clench around me as she experimented with the feeling of being filled with cock for the first time ever.
I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t lovin’ every single fuckin’ thing about this experience. When her legs relaxed, I slid my hand back to her wrists and pinned her again, with my body covering hers completely. Then I pulled out a little and slid back in.
She gasped and made a choking noise.
“You like that?” I asked, looking into her eyes. “I can stop if it’s not good for you.”
“Don’t you dare,” she said, voice breathless.
I dipped my head and kissed her again, slower now, savoring it, letting her feel me move a little.
“You’re beautiful,” I told her, because I wanted her to hear it while we were linked together like this.
She blushed, but she didn’t look away.
When I moved to make sure I wasn’t crushing her, she surprised me by pushing against my chest. I let her take the lead and she rolled us and climbed over me in one smooth motion, straddling my hips. Her hair fell down around her shoulders as she settled into a pace on my cock.
I gave her a lopsided smile. “You sure you know what you’re doin’, cowgirl?”
She leaned down, brushing her lips against mine, slow and deliberate. “I’m sure I can figure it out.”
I put my arms behind my head and enjoyed the sight of the woman I’d fallen hopelessly in love with trying to figure out how to have sex for the first time.
It didn’t take her long to figure out how to move her hips to generate the most pleasure for the two of us.
Within moments, the only thing that was on my mind was to last one more minute as her warm, soft, wet heat threatened all my control.
It was insane the amount of pleasure that one body could give.
By the time I lost control, she’d been bouncing up and down on my cock for forty minutes and had given herself three more orgasms. The last time her pussy squeezed around my cock, I came like the thunder, holding her in place with both hands so I could fill her full of my seed.
When she finally collapsed over my chest in a boneless heap, she was breathless, and her hair was a wild mess. I brought one hand up to gently rub her back. Her body was covered in a soft sheen of sweat.
I gave her a few moments before asking, “Are you okay?”
She tilted her head up to look at me. “I’m more than okay. That was exhaustingly better than I ever thought sex could be.”
“You know how to stroke a man’s ego, sweetness. I’ll give you that much.”
She laughed and we lay there, catching our breath and letting our heart rate return to normal. When the room slowly came back into focus, she made an effort to get off me. I pulled her back, flush with my body.
She glanced over her shoulder with a warm smile.
“It’s early afternoon. Surely you don’t intend to stay in bed all day.”
“Nope, I’m just not ready to give you up yet.”
She rolled over in my arms to face me with a pleased expression on her face. “You say the sweetest things.”
“I say what I feel,” I said gruffly.
I waited to see if things would get awkward, if she’d withdraw for real, or if she might feel content just lying with me.
I was relieved when she moved closer and slid her fingers into my hair.
It was a sweet, womanly thing to do. It made me feel wanted and cherished.
Apparently, having an old lady could turn the roughest biker into a sappy fool.