35. Beckett #3
“Yes,” she cried. “It’s yours. All yours. Only yours.”
“That’s right,” I said through gritted teeth. With one of my hands holding her skirt in place, I let the other drift down to cover her belly.
Yeah, this pussy might have been mine, but she owned everything I was. My heart, my soul, my fucking body. It all belonged to her, and she didn’t even realize I would spend the rest of my life worshipping her if given the chance.
“I love you like this.” I filled her until our bodies were flushed, leaning over and peppering kisses along her back. “Pregnant with our child and moaning on my cock. I could get used to it. Maybe keep you barefoot and pregnant until we fill every room in this house.”
I’d do it, too. If she let me. Pump her so full of cum every single day, and watch her belly swell in all the ways I didn’t get to the first time.
It was selfish and unnecessary and completely illogical, but that was what Sawyer did to me.
What I felt for her defied all sense and reason.
Was this what love felt like to everyone? How did anyone function like this?
“Fuck,” she gasped, closing her eyes at my words. Her pussy fluttered around my length, and I knew neither of us would last much longer. I set a punishing pace, pounding into her until I felt that familiar tingle at the base of my spine.
“Come on, Sawyer,” I groaned, pulling out to the tip. Looking down, I nearly lost it at the sight of my cock covered in her arousal. “I’m close, baby. I need to feel you come.”
I plunged back in, matching the same rhythm I’d set before. Normally, I’d play with her clit to help her along, but between this position and the swell of her stomach, I couldn’t reach it. “I don’t know if I can like this,” she cried.
Her frustration was palpable, forcing her orgasm to slip away the more she tried to will it into existence, so I slowed down and ran my fingers down the length of her spine.
If she couldn’t come like this, I’d just have to drop to my knees again to finish the job.
“Don’t force it, baby. I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry.”
I moved to pull out, but she gripped my arm. “I swear to god, Beckett… If you stop before you come inside me, I will scream.”
“This isn’t about me,” I said, softening my voice. “I don’t care—”
“I do. And this is what I want.” Her peridot eyes sparkled, a hint of authority that left no room for argument. “You can make me come when we get home, but I can’t wait another moment to feel you pulsing inside of me. Please.”
I’d always prided myself on giving her what she wanted, so who was I to deny her now?
Plus, she did love the pressure of my showerhead.
We’d made good use of that in the past, even if it did make me feel guilty not to be able to make her come like this.
Sometimes, especially in this situation, I had to be okay with it.
Especially with the slight demand present in her tone, and the thought of my cum leaking out of her until I cleaned it up at home.
That was all I could focus on as I picked up my pace, slamming into her tight, wet heat.
Each cry that left her lips, each squeeze of her pussy around my cock, sent me into a reckless abandon.
This time when I felt that building sensation, I didn’t stop. I chased it until it consumed me.
I braced my hand on the counter, leaning over her heaving body as I attempted to regain my composure. Glancing down, I watched my cum leak out between us, coating my length, as my movements stilled.
Ragged breaths and my thundering heartbeat were all I could hear as I pulled out. My release quickly followed, but I scooped it up with my fingers and pressed it back where it belonged. Sawyer let out a small moan as I did, making sure I brushed her clit when I pulled her panties back into place.
“Holy shit,” she breathed, turning around and bracing her weight on the counter. “That was so good.”
I winked, pulling up my pants and tucking myself away. “Best I’ve ever had.”
Sawyer rolled her eyes and laughed. “Yeah, right. I’m sure you’ve had better.”
It was baffling to me how she still didn’t realize the power she had over me. My sexual history wasn’t a secret. She knew I’d been with other women before her, but I hadn’t been able to so much as stomach the thought of touching someone else since the day we met.
Crowding her against the counter, I took her chin between thumb and forefinger.
“No. I haven’t, actually. You are the best, Sawyer.
And it’s not because we do anything crazy, either.
It’s you. It’s the connection we share. It’s fucking everything.
” I kissed her, silencing the rebuttal I knew was sure to follow.
“And I don’t care if I have to spend the rest of my life proving that to you. ”
“You promise?” she asked, biting her lip.
“I promise,” I echoed, kissing her yet again. I couldn’t stop. It was an addiction. “Now, let’s get you home and in the shower.” I pulled back, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the kitchen. “This tour got a little messy.”