Page 149 of Unexpected Redemption

A guttural groan travels up his throat, and I capture it greedily in my mouth. Without even a hint of tentativeness, I delve my tongue past his lips, uncharacteristically taking control of the kiss.

“Need you,” I rasp when I break for oxygen.

“Damn, sugar,” he rumbles against my jaw as he works down my neck.

Navigating us deftly through our living room, he presses my back against the wall. My hips flex, dragging my needy coreagainst his waist. Our breathy moans echo around the narrow space of the hallway.

His fingers slip under my loose skirt and dig punishingly into my upper thighs as he shifts into his Dom mode. I sense it coming over him, like a familiar quilt has been tucked around me, making me feel safe and loved.

On reflex, my body falls in line, eager to submit to his possession and every whim. Ineedto please him on a visceral level. To reassure him how much I love him.

He lowers my legs to the ground and inches backward, giving himself enough room to open his fly. “Drop your panties, or I’m ripping them.”

For a split second, I contemplate my response. It’d be hot as hell for him to rip them, but I love this pair. Down they go.

He doesn’t even bother removing his clothes or my dress. As soon as he’s freed his erection, he’s back on me, hooking one of my legs over the curve of his elbow. His other hand goes exploring, pressing roughly against my core.

“You ready to fuckyourpussy, babe?” I ask, dragging my lips over the swell of his neck.

He tastes salty from being out in the sticky, humid August air tonight. Ironic how he’s always calling me sweet, going so far as to say I taste sweet to him. He’s the salt to my sugar. A perfect balance in all things.

“Our seesaw is at the midpoint,” I blurt out, my thoughts bypassing my faulty filter.

Knowing precisely what I’m referring to, his face lights up, but it doesn’t stop him from slipping a finger inside me. “Fucking soaked, sugar.” He adds another finger, pumping gently while pressing his thumb to my clit.

Biting my lower lip, I stifle a moan. “I’m ready. Fuck me now,please.”

“Manners,” he growls, then lines up his cock and pushes inside.

Not sure we’ve done this position before, and I’m a tad unsteady against the wall. Risky considering my not-so-graceful track record. Trusting him to support me physically the way he does emotionally, I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on for dear life.

The delicious sensation of being fully connected cascades euphoria over my skin. I don’t get long to relish it because as soon as he’s in to the hilt, he launches into high gear, pumping and thrusting into me with fervor.

I grit out my approval, “Hell, yes, babe. Just like that.”

“My pussy. My girl. My collar on your neck.” He kisses the skin around the lock at the center of my collar. “My future wife. My baby inside you. All mine.”

“Yes. All yours. Forever.”

Faster, he fucks me, using my bent leg for leverage and utterly pounding me into the wall.

It’s ecstasy.

The telling sparks of my impending climax send me into orbit. My vocabulary becomes nothing but a mashup of curse words and garbled praise. On instinct, I attempt to keep my volume in check. I’ve grown accustomed to having to be quiet since the last few times we’ve made love have been in our bunk room at Redleg.

But we’re not there now, so I let loose, showering him with all the praise he’s earning with each thrust and grind. “Yes, babe. Dammit. Give it to me. So good. So damn good.”

“I hope you—” He cuts himself off with a gravelly moan emanating from deep in his throat. “Don’t plan to—” Another moan, then a grunt. “Sleep much tonight.”

“Not tired.” I smile and slam my lips to his.

As if they’re lightning rods, our swirling tongues cause those tingles to explode into blasting jolts of pleasure, spiraling me toward the precipice.

His pace picks up, despite already being as fast as a jackhammer.

And I detonate, quivering and shattering around him.

“Coming, Tomer. Yes, yes, shit.I’m coming,” I mewl and whimper as wave after wave flows through me.

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