Chapter 18 #2
"Our family," he agreed, pulling me close again, his arms wrapping around me like he never wanted to let go.
The kiss started soft, tender, but quickly deepened into something more urgent.
His hands slid down my sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake, pulling me closer until I was straddling his lap.
I could feel him hardening beneath me, and heat pooled low in my belly, spreading through my limbs like liquid warmth.
"Ruby," he breathed against my mouth, his hands finding the hem of my shirt, fingers brushing the sensitive skin of my waist.
I pulled back just enough to yank it over my head, and his eyes darkened with raw desire as they roamed over me, hungry and appreciative. His hands were on my skin immediately, warm and possessive, sliding up my ribs to cup my breasts.
"Goddess, I want you," he murmured, thumbs brushing over my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through me.
"Then have me," I whispered, grinding down against him, feeling his hardness press against exactly where I needed him.
He groaned, low and desperate, the sound vibrating through both our bodies, and flipped us so I was on my back beneath him, his weight pressing me into the mattress in the most delicious way.
His mouth found my neck, kissing and sucking, teeth grazing sensitive skin as his hands worked to unfasten my pants.
I arched into him, already aching for more.
I gasped as his hand slipped inside my underwear, his fingers finding me wet and ready. "Teddy—I'm not sure he's asleep yet."
Cristox paused, lifting his head to look at me with a wicked grin that made my stomach flip. "Then you'll have to be quiet, won't you?"
"Me?" I tried to glare at him, but it was hard when his fingers were doing absolutely sinful things. "You're the one who—oh—"
He covered my mouth with his, swallowing my moan as he stroked me exactly how he knew I liked, having learned my body like a map he'd memorized, every sensitive spot, every hidden pleasure point.
I bit down on my lip, trying desperately to stay silent as pleasure built inside me, coiling tighter and tighter.
"That's it," he murmured against my ear, his breath hot on my skin, sending shivers cascading down my spine. "So good for me, staying quiet. So beautiful when you're trying not to fall apart."
I wanted to tell him to shut up, that his voice alone was going to make me come undone, but I couldn't risk making noise. Instead, I reached between us and palmed him through his pajama pants, satisfaction flooding through me when he sucked in a sharp breath, his hips jerking involuntarily.
"Fuck," he hissed, his control slipping for just a moment.
"Quiet," I reminded him breathlessly, echoing his earlier command with a smirk.
His laugh was low and dark, full of promise. "You're going to pay for that."
He made quick work of our remaining clothes, and then he was settling between my thighs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, teasing, testing. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing him inside me.
"Please," I whispered, the word barely audible, a prayer and a plea all at once.
He pushed inside slowly, torturously, inch by inch, and I had to press my hand over my mouth to muffle my cry. He felt so good, filling me completely, stretching me perfectly. When he started to move, I thought I might die from trying to stay silent.
"Look at you," he breathed, his voice strained. "Taking me so well. So perfect. Made for me."
I dug my nails into his shoulders, biting down hard on my lip as he thrust deeper, harder.
The angle was perfect, hitting that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids, pleasure radiating through every nerve, building and building until I thought I might shatter from the intensity of it.
"Cristox," I whimpered, my body trembling, teetering on the edge. "I can't—I'm going to—"
"I know, sweetheart. I've got you. Let go for me." His hand slipped between us, fingers finding my clit, and I shattered.
I buried my face in his neck, muffling my cries against his skin as waves of pleasure crashed over me, drowning me in sensation, pulling me under into blissful oblivion.
He followed moments later, his own release shuddering through him as he pressed his mouth to my shoulder to stay quiet, his groan vibrating against my skin, his body pulsing inside mine.
We lay there afterward, tangled together and breathing hard, our hearts racing in tandem. After a moment, he started to laugh.
"What?" I asked, still trying to catch my breath, my body still tingling with aftershocks of pleasure.
"In the new house," he said, grinning down at me with that mischievous look I'd come to love, "our bedroom is downstairs. Teddy's will be upstairs."
I blinked at him, my pleasure-fogged brain trying to process the implications. "So?"
"So you can make all the noise you want." His grin turned absolutely filthy, which sent heat rushing through my already satisfied body. "And I plan to make you scream, Ruby. Every single night."
Desire flooded through me again despite having just come, my body already responding to the promise in his words, desire already stirring anew. "That's very presumptuous of you."
"Is it?" He rolled his hips, still inside me, and I gasped. "Because I think you like that idea."
"I love you," I said instead of answering, pulling him down for another kiss, soft and deep and filled with everything I couldn't put into words.
"I love you too," he murmured against my lips, his voice tender now, all teasing set aside. "Both of you. My whole world."