Chapter Six #2
“Oh, you’re so big,” she whimpers against my lips, her hands going to my shoulders and gripping hard as my cock inches deeper into her.
I pause to give her a moment to adjust, but without warning, she rocks forward, crying out. I roar when the move sends my dick through her innocence. She’s tight. A warm, fierce grip around my cock.
“Fuuuck!” I growl as her sex pulses around my aching cock.
It’s a damn miracle I don’t come on the spot.
The roaring in my head quiets down after a couple seconds, and I cup her jaw and look at her face.
It tugs at my chest to see the discomfort etched there.
“Are you okay, baby?” I rasp, leaning in to kiss her mouth and cheeks, moving my lips over her face to soothe. “How bad does it hurt?”
“It hurts a little,” she says, and I’m surprised to hear the smile in her voice. “Not as bad as I thought.” I groan when she moves her hips. The movement is slight, but it robs me of my breath. “I feel you everywhere.”
My hands drop to her waist when she starts rocking forward, slowly at first as if to test the feeling, and it takes everything in me not to spin her on the couch and hammer into her.
Not yet. I’ve waited for days to feel her, have her…I can wait a little more, until she’s ready for—
“Fuck!”
The roar rips out of me when she slams forward, and the fact that I wasn’t prepared for the move nearly sends me spilling into her.
Maeve buries her face into my shoulder, teeth scraping my skin as she starts moving, her hips rocking faster over me.
My fingers dig into her waist as my breathing comes fast and rough, need clawing my chest.
“I like it,” she pants, her breath brushing my skin in the most tantalizing way. “Feels good.” She whimpers, her hips moving faster over mine. “Trigger, is it supposed to feel this good?”
Not like this.
It isn’t supposed to consume my insides until my heart beats only for her.
Until the roaring in my veins is like a tidal wave in its intensity.
I grip her waist harder as I guide her to move faster, a thin veil of sweat forming on our skin as we glide against each other, the wet sounds of our lovemaking filling the room.
“Need you,” I growl, gripping her tight as I lower my head to her breasts, licking and sucking at the beads until she’s sobbing, her nails raking down my shoulders and no doubt bruising me but I don’t care. Her thighs start jerking around my hips, her breath gasping out of her with every move.
“More, Trigger. Need more.”
With a deep growl, I spin us on the couch, laying her on her back as I start hammering into her, all sense of control gone, until I see and feel nothing but her.
Mine.
The beast inside of me chants the word over and over again as I slam into her. She thrashes hard under me and I can feel her climax drawing close, like mine. “Come with me, baby,” I growl, driving deep and hard into her.
“Trigger!”
She screams, a raw and feral sound that tears out of her throat, her nails clawing my back as her sex cinches hard around my cock like a vise and pulls me right over the edge with her.
I bury my face in her throat as pleasure shoots through my body. “Take my cum, baby. All of it!” The climax is so intense it’s painful, but I can’t stop. “Mine! You’re all mine!”
I roar as I plunge in and out of her wet pussy like a fevered man. Our bodies move together, a trembling mass of need as we pour into each other, as I give her more than I’ve ever offered any other person in my entire life.
No, it’s never felt like this with anyone before.
“Yours,” she whispers, hugging me close when I collapse over her.
I bury my face in her neck and breathe her in, the feel of her and her sweet scent slowly calming the roaring in my head. My cock is still buried inside of her and I know I need to move before I harden again, but for the moment, I allow myself to bask in her warmth just a little longer.
I press my lips to her bare shoulder and lean back to look into her face. “Are you okay?” I ask, searching her for any sign of discomfort.
“I’m okay,” she says with a smile which turns to a wince when I pull out of her before switching our position so I’m not crushing her. “A little sore.”
“We’ll take a bath. Once I regain feeling in my legs.”
She giggles, such a rare sound from her. “I didn’t know sex could feel like this,” she muses, running her fingers absently over my chest. “I guess that explains why there are so many of us on the planet.”
“You’ve had an orgasm before, haven’t you?” I ask, sliding my fingers into her hair and rubbing circles on her scalp.
“I guess,” she says shyly. “But it doesn’t compare to the real thing.
The way you touch me in my head doesn’t feel like it does in real life and—” She cuts herself off like she just said something she didn’t mean to, and I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. “I mean…it’s not like that…”
She sounds so mortified that I decide to put her out of her misery.
“I’ve jerked off to you before,” I tell her, questioning if she’s ready for the truth, but I figure there’s no time like the present.
“It started that day I dropped you off. I found myself watching your windows, and when you stepped out onto the balcony, you looked so fucking beautiful, I couldn’t help it. ”
She goes still before pushing up to look at me, her eyes wide with alarm. “You…I felt you,” she whispers. “I thought I was going crazy, but I felt someone watching me. It was you.”
“It was.”
“I…I don’t know how to feel about that,” she muses, sitting up and running a hand through her hair. “It wasn’t just that night, was it? I’ve sensed you other times too.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
She’s right. I wouldn’t take back any of those moments even if I could go back and undo them.
“You’re right. I’m not sorry for watching you.” I lift my hand to her cheek and run my thumb over her soft skin, and it does my heart good when she leans into the touch, nuzzling my hand in turn. “I am sorry, however, for any unease I must have caused you.”
“You didn’t,” she murmurs. “It worried me that I wasn’t scared.”
“I would never hurt you, Maeve,” I say, and because I want to pull her back down with me and ravage her body again, I decide to get up as well. “Let’s grab a bath—it’ll help ease your soreness.”
She flushes prettily at my words but takes my hand. Her bathtub is small for a big man such as myself, but I don’t mind being pressed in with her. She barely notices the space issue as she curls up in my arms under the hot water.
I lick the water droplets off her body until she’s purring for me, and then my little kitten shocks me by turning around and pressing sweet kisses all the way down my chest until she gets to my cock.
I lift my hips slightly so she doesn’t drown, and those sweet kisses turn into long, exploratory licks.
Soon, she’s making up for her lack of experience with enthusiasm, taking me as deep as she can into the perfect wet heat of her mouth. I’m groaning, my hand pressing lightly on the back of her head, doing my best not to lose myself completely to the sensation.
When I can’t take it anymore, I pull her off my cock and drag her up my body, holding her by the hips and easing her down onto my cock.
She gasps as she adjusts to the full sensation again, grinding her hips in little circles on top of me. “Yes! You feel so good.”
I can only groan in agreement. She feels so good.
She leans forward and we share a kiss, our tongues tangling as I make love to her again, slower this time.
The warm water sloshes around us with each gentle thrust up into her, and I revel in the feeling of my cock deep inside this incredible woman.
When she moans and spasms around me, it sets me off too, and I’m coming inside her once more, claiming her as my own.
This woman is mine.
We clean each other up, dry each other off, and then we eat the lunch she ordered for us.
As I stare at her while she eats, a soft flush of pleasure still making her skin glow, I realize that my entire life has changed.
A few days ago, I had resigned myself to wasting more years in prison, but now, I’ll do whatever the fuck it takes to stay out.
For her.
Only her.