Page 34 of Fearless
“Don’t be sorry with me.” He wrapped his hand in her hair, pulling her head back, forcing her dazed gaze to lock on him once more. His thumb hooked between his belt and her neck. He gripped the buckle, preventing the belt from either tightening or loosening on its own. She was his now, she could look nowhere but right into his eyes as he brought his cock to the slick mouth of all her luxurious heat.
Her lips parted. She shivered an indrawn breath as he dragged the crown of his cock up through her folds. Up, then down. Parting her open to him.
“What do you have to say to me, love?” Noah coaxed as sultry as the flesh of her body, trembling there at the end of his dick.
Her whole body shivered. Her light brown nipples were hard as pebbles, scraping his chest as she breathed. “I am a good girl.”
He dipped his cock into her, a slow invasion that sank only far enough for her heated flesh to engulf him. “And?”
“I am safe.” She moaned, her brow buckling into a mask of the most exquisite pleasure as he sank into her as deep as her body would allow. There was no space left between them, no more ribbons between their bellies, no air apart from the breaths they shared.
Noah gave her collar a shake, and she obediently opened her eyes and locked on him again. “And?”
“And I’m loved,” she whispered to him.
“Yes, you are.” He withdrew only to thrust again, long, slow, and deep, forcing her to relive every nuance of his invasion and the grind at the end as his pubis pressed once more to hers. Her thighs locked around his hips. “In a minute, you’ll be very well loved, because I’m going to fuck you until I come. I want you to come with me; you’ll do it on my command.”
Her pussy flexed around him like a fist, warm, soft, and milking.
“Put your fingers on your clit,” he ordered. “I want you back on edge, right now.”
She wasn’t multi-orgasmic. She winced through those first few strokes, her wince telling him her body found more pain than pleasure in having to rouse again, but she did it.
“Good girl,” he sighed, feeding her submissive needs as tiny twitches in the walls of her sex began twitching again. It was so much better with that pulling, squeezing, sucking motion moving all around his cock instead of his fingers. He watched her face, her heavy-lidded eyes as she gave in to the allure of her own fingers, rubbing slow circles around her swollen clit. He watched the circles getting smaller, tighter, more frenetic until he could see the shivers moving through her belly as well as dancing along his cock as he thrust.
His pace quickened. His breathing fell into cadence with hers and his blood roared, pounding through his veins, in his temples and his cock. The tightening of his balls drove the rhythm of his hips until he found himself pulling her closer so he could pound her harder. He shook the work table. He shook her, his grip on her impromptu collar keeping her face right in front of his. Her siren’s stare pulled him in to drown alongside her. Her tiny broken breaths fed him with all the air he needed, and she never disobeyed him once. Her fingers, smashed between their wet slapping bellies, rubbed so fast now they were barely wriggling.
She mewed, near panic flooding her features as her pussy clamped down hard around him.
“No.” He yanked her head back, keeping her centered on him. He was sweating. She was sweating; God, she was beautiful, gasping her squeak-high mews of orgasmic distress. “Not yet… not yet…”
Not that he wasn’t there. Every shuddering pull of her body milked at his cock. Her arms clung to his shoulders, her ankles were locked and digging into his ass, pulling him back into her. As if she could not stand to let him get away.
He didn’t want to get away either. He always came surging back, harder. As hard as he could, his strength unchecked, because every thrust and shove burrowed him deeper into the welcoming well of her body. It was his new home. It was where he belonged. They weren’t even two separate people anymore, but one heartbeat, one fiery pulse, one unit pushing and pulling and straining toward the same shuddering goal, and it went so very much deeper than the orgasm twisting his balls so high and tight he thought he might explode.
He could have held her like this forever. He could have fucked her, made love to her, been inside of her, deep and hard and surging like this, for forever.
His flesh had other ideas.
“Come,” he growled, the spasms of orgasm ripping through him even as he felt the first tickling spasms of her own dancing all along the length of his shaft. He slammed home, pressing as deep as he could reach, the undulations of her body as she writhed in the grip of her own climax the most beautiful thing he’d seen in years.
Eventually, those undulations ceased, but still he held her fiercely close until Kitty fell limp and still. Draped and panting against him, her arms and legs both dangled.
He didn’t move either. At first, he couldn’t, not until he got his breath back, not to mention strength enough to lift his arms and unbuckle his belt from around her neck. It fell on the table and he let his hand glide down the slick heat of her back. He checked to make sure there were no chafe marks, but the worst he found was around her lips. Swollen by kisses, he could see the tiny marks her teeth had made while she’d been trying so hard not to come.
He stopped himself from leaning in for one last kiss. He had no self-control when it came to stealing tastes of her from those flushed and swollen lips.
“Be careful.” His softening cock fell out of her when he lifting her off the table, letting her slide down him until her feet found the floor. They were both unsteady.
He gathered his clothes, she gathered hers, and somewhere in the aftermath, the pleasurable silence in which they re-dressed turned to just plain silence. By the time he realized it was growing awkward, it had been between them for so long he wasn’t sure how to break out of its weighted grip.
“I won’t kill my baby.” Down on her hands and knees, probably so she wouldn’t have to look at him, Kitty searched the cracks in the floorboards for her two missing buttons. “I don’t care who the father is. That’s not its fault.”
Hands pausing on the fastenings of his jeans, Noah’s chest tightened. “I would never ask you to make that decision.” As much as it grated on him to hear Ethen referred to as her baby’s father, he stopped short of volunteering himself for that particular job. So really, what right did he have to complain?
Now, he was irritated. He stuffed his shirt back into his pants and began feeding his belt back through his pants loops. Of course, he wasn’t going to volunteer. He wasn’t the sort who made promises he couldn’t keep, and marriage wasn’t any old promise, it was a commitment. Not only to her, but to the child she was carrying just under her heart. Commitments that big should never be made on the spur of an emotional moment, or while her sweat was still drying on his skin and his cock still felt the phantom twitches of being inside her. He needed to wait, and think.
Unfortunately, Kitty wasn’t waiting. “The longer I stay here, the more I start looking like an illegal immigrant instead of someone on vacation. I can’t risk having my baby in a country where I am not a citizen.”
