31. Shemaiah #2
Unsteady and worried about losing my head, I note the slightest outline of her ribcage and vow to make sure she eats more.
I’m going to pamper her with food and kisses and orgasms. I’m going to soak up every second of these few days we’re together on this ship with nowhere to go and nothing else to do.
I’m going to take care of her, every part of her.
“Maiah?” She presses the back of her hand against her mouth as she yawns.
Starting with sleep.
“I’m fine.” I smile, but I’m not sure she buys it. “Really, Pippa. I’m just a little shocked to be here.” My eyes travel down her body before returning to her face. “And overwhelmingly grateful.”
Her answering smile is the brush of silk against hot skin. “I am too.”
We stare at each other for a long moment before her eyes droop. It was a long day of travel, and she needs to rest.
“Move up the bed.” I take hold of her dress. Thankfully there’s no corset tonight, and she easily wiggles out of it. I drape it over a chair, then crawl onto the bed, patting the space between my legs.
“Aren’t you going to undress now, husband?” She arches her eyebrows.
I arch mine right back. “If I undress, I might not be able to control myself.”
The corners of her lips tip downward. “I thought we were going to…”
I grab her and maneuver her between my spread legs. “Later. You need to sleep.”
As I undo the layers of pins keeping her long hair in place, the locks—looking more luxurious than ever—spill over her shoulder, hiding her from me. I brush her hair to the soundtrack of her moans and sighs, then braid it in a long plait.
“Maiah,” she says my name with a tentative note, twisting her fingers together nervously. “Do you think… would you…”
I kiss her bare shoulder. “Anything, wife. Don’t be nervous to say it.”
“Would you… could I sleep with you inside me?”
Just when I think I know her, she surprises me. This is new. I’ve seen and experienced a lot at new moon parties, but her request is so intimate it gives me pause. I’ve never slept like that with anyone before.
“Maybe it’s a horrible idea,” she says, backpedaling.
“It would probably be uncomfortable for you to be inside me and not do anything. I guess you could do something if you want, but I’d rather participate.
And I am really tired. But I want… I want to feel close to you.
” Her laugh is nervous. “This is all so new, and I’m a little scared it’s a dream, and I’m going to wake up, and we’ll just be friends again and—”
“Shhh.” I turn her so she’s facing me and cup her face in my hands. “I can think of nothing better than warming my cock in your cunt while we sleep.” I won’t get much sleep, that’s for sure, but the idea of being close to her in such a way appeals to me.
She worries her lip, and I pull it free from her teeth.
“Will it… hurt you?” she asks. “Because I don’t want to hurt you, so if it would be too hard, or if you—”
“Pippa.”
“—need sex, we can have sex, and then I’ll sleep. I just want—”
“Wife.”
She stops rambling, swallows, licks her lips and raises her eyes to mine. “I like it when you call me that,” she whispers.
“I like it too.” I kiss her nose. “Lay down.”
With eyes on her, I stand up and finish untying my cravat. My vest goes next, then my shirt. The entire time, she’s curled on her side, watching with a dreamy smile.
“You’re beautiful,” she says with a sigh.
When I unclasp my belt and whip it out of the belt loops, her eyes widen. I drop my pants, and she scoots a little closer to the edge of the bed, crooking a finger at me.
I step over to her. She grins and, little vixen that she is, licks up my shaft. I groan, pre-cum dripping out the tip. “Careful, Mrs. Roan, if you keep that up you won’t get a wink of sleep.”
“I’m not feeling so tired anymore.” She kisses my tip, sucking off the gathering arousal.
“Fuck,” I curse, grabbing the closest post of the four-poster bed to keep me steady.
She smiles, but her eyes are sleepy, and her muscles relax as she licks me. I step back. She pouts, which makes me chuckle. I lean down and kiss her forehead. “You need to sleep, and I need to take care of you. Let me do that, Pippa.”
She sighs and scoots over, making room for me on the bed. “Fine. But only for twenty minutes. I’ll sleep for twenty minutes, then you better wake me up fucking me.”
I almost choke. “You want me to do that?”
“Yes.” She crawls on top of me. “If you want to.”
I laugh at that because there isn’t much I don’t want to do with Pippa. She smiles slyly before working her hand around my cock, positioning the head at her entrance. I fall into her eyes as she lowers herself. Her pupils expand, nearly covering the blue of her irises.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” I tighten my fists on the bedding to keep from grabbing her and pulling her all the way down. Only my tip is inside her, but already she’s squeezing me so tight I nearly come.
“You’re… so… big.” She pants out the words while lifting and lowering in tiny measures, making me groan. She’s going to over-exert herself like this.
“You’re not warmed up enough yet.” She’s wet, but not fully open.
“Believe me, I’m plenty turned on.” She braces her hands on my chest as she slides further onto my shaft. Her brow is dewy, and her muscles strain.
Can’t have that. I roll us, putting me on top. “You’re supposed to be resting, wife.”
“And you’re supposed to be deep inside me, husband.”
That word. Husband. Fuck. It makes me ravenous, but I put a clamp on my need, and take a deep breath, blowing it out. “Relax, and I will be.”
She huffs, but then I draw a nipple into my mouth, and she instantly responds with a moan. Her legs fall open, her body melting at my touch, taking me deeper. “That’s my girl.”
She closes her eyes while I do the work, easing in and out of her while peppering her with light kisses and caresses.
Happy moans punctuate the touches she particularly likes.
I repeat those more often, but keep mixing it up, exploring every inch of her.
My body shakes from denying my cock the punishing thrusts it aches for, but I don’t want to rush this.
My only goal is enjoying her, making her feel good, reveling in each other.
This is its own kind of hunt. To stalk her pleasure at the expense of my own.
But when I sink all the way in, pelvis to pelvis, it feels so amazing I nearly start humping her like the beast I am.
Forcing myself still, I drop my forehead to hers, taking slow deep breaths. If I lose control right now, I might hurt her.
She doesn’t help the situation. She rocks her hips with a soft, begging sound, her tiny hands grabbing hold of my ass, directing me. My girl needs more. And I want to give it to her—carefully—without turning rabid myself.
With small movements, I tilt my pelvis to drive my cock up and reach between us to pet her clit. She arches her back, whimpering at each stroke.
Within seconds she’s contracting around me and gasping my name.
I grit my teeth, fangs puncturing my bottom lip.
The sharp pain only adds to the electric feel of her squeezing me.
But the thing that sends me over the edge is the look of bliss on her face.
So pretty when she comes. I would sacrifice anything to see that look on her face every day.
With a jerk, I spill myself, unable to hold back.
Grunting, I fill her with so much hot cum it drips out.
I thrust softly, using my cock to shove it back up where it belongs.
She sighs and wiggles down into the mattress. “You feel so good inside me.”
I brush the damp hair from her face and kiss her forehead. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be.” The truest words I’ve ever spoken.
I had every intention of giving her what she asked for, letting her sleep with my hard length buried inside her, but when she came, it was impossible to hold back.
With lazy strokes, I push my cum deeper.
An image dances in my mind of Pippa, round and full with my child, so beautiful as she creates life.
Fuck, what am I thinking? I can’t get Pippa pregnant.
She’s sick. Dying. And Mavarri can’t impregnate humans.
I’ve always been thankful for that at the new moon parties, but now, all I feel is a deep, discomforting disappointment that I’ll never see Pippa carrying my child.
I’d have to bite her for that to happen, and that’s not happening.
Fuck, my head is such a mess right now.
I move to pull out, but she grasps me with surprising strength, holding my ass to keep me flush against her. Her eyes flutter open with a questioning look. “I thought… you said I could…”
“I should clean you up.” Balancing my weight on one hand, I brush her damp hair from her face.
“Don’t.” She bites her lip.
“Pippa, you’re covered in cum.”
“I know.” Her hands stroll up my back. “I don’t want you to leave. Stay with me. Let me… sleep with you like this.”
What she’s asking for wouldn’t work well flaccid, but I’m not flaccid anymore.
The thought of plugging all that cum in her with my cock has me hard again.
Solid as a pillar. But this time I won’t take my pleasure from her.
If what she wants is to sleep connected to me at the deepest level, then that’s what I’ll give her.
I pull her into my chest and roll onto my back so she’s draped over me, then I cover us both with the blankets.
“If it gets too hard to stay like this, you can wake me up,” she mutters, eyes already closed.
There’s no way in hell I’m waking her up if she’s sleeping soundly, no matter how much I might want a second round.
“We’ll see,” I offer noncommittally, only because she’ll argue with me if I protest, and I want her to sleep. I’ll happily suffer an unsatisfied erection in order to take care of my wife, to give her the closeness she craves and the rest she needs.