CHAPTER 18 #2
After running my hands down his back, I push his pajama pants and boxers down over his hips before I claw at the fabric of his shirt. He reaches back and lifts up off me enough to tug his shirt off, the fabric flying and landing somewhere, neither of us caring where.
When he covers my body with his and our skin touches, a fire starts to blaze in my lower belly. I love the feel of him against me with nothing between us. The roughness of the smattering of hair across his chest has me rubbing against him like a cat in heat.
“You need me, little storm?” His voice is rough and the only response I can muster up is a low, lust-fueled moan. His moss green eyes lock with mine and I can see how hard holding on and waiting for me has been on him. But he did it without complaint.
If this man hadn’t already stolen my heart, that realization would do it.
He pushes the rest of his clothing off, his feet kicking them away before he reaches between us and rips the cotton material of my panties away.
I hold my breath, waiting a beat to see if having nothing between us will send me into an emotional tailspin.
It doesn’t; it only makes me more desperate for him.
The humming sound that comes from his chest is filled with approval and I can’t help but be proud of myself. “Such a good girl for me, my storm,” he coos the words, his praise washing over me and making me feel bold.
My legs tighten around his hips, and I tilt my pussy until his length is nestled against my soaking wet slit. He groans at the contact, and it makes me even more emboldened. I grind against him and gasp when the underside of his cock glides over my clit just right.
“Fuck,” he grunts, “I bet you could come just by rubbing up against my cock, couldn’t you, Haven?”
There’s a challenge in his words, unspoken and undeniable. My hips move involuntarily, chasing the feeling, chasing my pleasure.
When his mouth connects with mine again, his tongue plunges inside and explores thoroughly, like he’s discovering new lands. It’s sexy as fuck and makes me feel like the only woman in the world worthy of his attention. How does he do that?
He trails kisses along my jaw and then down my neck.
I jolt when he nips at my collarbone as a moan falls from my lips.
I can feel the way his lips curve into a smile against my skin.
Every touch feels like he’s testing my responses and learning them to ensure he’s able to drive me wild with his touch.
When he gets to my breasts, he uses the tip of his tongue to tease around my nipple. The action has goosebumps popping up all over my body as I shiver underneath him, my hips rolling against his shaft. Then he’s not teasing me anymore as he sucks my nipple into his mouth.
“Knox,” I cry out, need dripping from his name in such a way that he must be able to feel it.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs against me. His lips trail over my skin and between my tits until his breath fans my other nipple. “I’m going to have you begging for more and addicted to the pleasure I can give you,” he promises, his words just as reverent as they are serious.
I believe him.
I’m already halfway there and he’s not even inside me yet.
He growls before sucking my nipple into his mouth, his teeth scraping along the skin and making my eyes roll back in my head. I’ve never been one to chase a touch of pain, not when my life already had plenty to contend with, but there’s no fear when it comes to how Knox touches me.
“Yes,” I gasp, “more.”
He grunts before he bites down again, this time a little harder. He’s testing my limits, seeing what I can take, and if I like it. But it’s never too much, never too far.
It’s just fucking right.
How does he do that?
“That’s it,” he encourages me, “give yourself to me.”
His words have me relaxing into the mattress, everything holding me back evaporating like mist on the water. He growls around my nipple before biting down again and releasing me with a pop.
“You have no idea how much I want to bury my face in your pussy to taste you. I want to have your thighs shaking against the sides of my head, but I don’t think I can wait a moment longer to be buried inside of you.”
My back arches, my body wanting to be closer to him, as my hips move against his. He’s so close to being inside of me. It would be so easy; so fucking easy.
“Fuck,” I keen, “need you inside of me. I ache.”
My words are needy as hell, but I don’t care. I can’t care. Not when we’re so close to experiencing everything that has been sizzling between us for weeks.
“I’m going to fuck you so good you won’t be able to keep your eyes open,” he promises.
My limbs wrap around him as I cling to him, needing to be closer than I already am.
His face turns serious, his moss green eyes boring into mine.
“First, I need you to hear me when I tell you I’m clean.
I’ll put a condom on because I want you to be comfortable and know I’ll always keep you safe. ”
Feeling like there’s more unsaid on the tip of his tongue, I croak, “But?”
“But I want to slide inside of you with nothing between us. I’ve never done it before, never wanted to or felt the need, but with you the thought of not feeling all of you makes me want to roar.”
I smile up at him, entranced by the way he’s honest with me. “I’m on birth control. I’m clean,” I assure him, needing him to know I value his health the same way he does mine. “I want to feel all of you.”
It’s all I need to say. His mouth meets mine, the kiss this time filled with gentle promises and carnal desires.
It heats up slowly, his hips gliding back and forth and giving me just enough friction for my toes to curl and pleasure to pool in my core.
But not nearly enough to send me over the edge.
As our lips move frantically, searching and seeking, he pulls his hips back enough for the head of his cock to find my entrance.
He pushes inside of me slowly and I gasp as my walls stretch around him.
I should have looked at the heat he’s packing more closely.
Feeling it has my mouth falling open, my body feeling my moan of pleasure instead of allowing it to escape.
Once he’s buried balls deep inside of me, he pauses. We take a deep breath together, knowing there is no going backward, only forward. His green eyes find mine and I’m lost. To the feeling. To the promises. To the future.
We don’t look away as he starts to move, he pumps slowly at first and then gains speed. We move together, my hips meeting his as he starts to fuck me faster and harder.
“Yes,” I hiss, my need for him climbing every time he fills me completely.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Your pussy is begging for my cum.”
“Knox,” I squeal, his words making my clit throb as my pleasure coils dangerously tighter. “Harder,” I beg.
He gives me exactly what I want, slamming into me with every thrust. It feels so good and my body responds, coiling and climbing, getting closer to the edge. Before I know it, I’m teetering right there. So damn close and yet, it’s like I can’t fall over.
“Come,” Knox barks, “and milk the cum right out of my balls.”
His words are all it takes. I bury my face in his neck, my mouth open in a silent scream. My body shakes as bliss like I’ve never experienced before washes over me.
It feels like time stands still for a moment, my pussy clenching around him and my body arching. Then he pumps into me a few more times and lets out a groan which might as well be pure fucking sin. I can feel every jet of his cum splashing against the walls of my pussy.
I cling to him, my breathing erratic and my heart pounding in my chest. My blinks become longer and longer, the memory of his promise to me rattling around in my head. As sleep threatens to take me, I let it because I know Knox will take care of me.