I pull out and pump the last of my cum onto her stomach.
“Fuck,” I watch as my sperm mixed with her blood trickles out.
I take my thumb and gently rub her folds, then push it all back inside her. Leah moans and I look up from where we were joined moments ago and twist my finger inside her until I rub her g-spot.
“One more,” I growl and drop my face down to suck on her clit.
I want my cum deep inside her. God help me, I want her ripe with my child, which means she needs to cum again so it stays right where I put it.
It’s a possessive thought and total caveman bullshit, but right now, I need it, so she’s going to fucking cum again. I draw her swollen bud between my teeth and bit. Leah screams my name, and I smile, knowing that everyone heard her despite the storm raging outside.
“That’s my girl.” I kiss her mound and then lay next to her, drawing her close.
“I’ll get you a washcloth in a moment. How do you feel?” She’s got a goofy grin on her face, and her flush reaches from her cheeks to her breast.
“Like a new woman,” I chuckle and turn her face for a kiss.
“Was I too rough?” I tuck her hair behind her ear.
“I have no basis to judge it on, but I feel fantastic, so I think you did alright.” The cheek on this one.
“Alright?” I poke her side, and she jumps out of her skin.
“NO,” Her eyes turn serious.
“You’re ticklish,” I wiggle my fingers in her face.
“I”m violent when tickled. Don’t,” I smile at her warning.
I touch her ribs, and she tries to shimmy away.
I pin her and poke under her ribs with a smile. Her giggles are forced, and her eyes are darker than the storm clouds outside. Then suddenly, I’m on my ass, sitting on the floor, holding my jaw.
“Oh my god! I’m sorry, Fabien. I did warn you.” She fumbles out of bed as I lick my lip, coming back with the taste of blood.
“I’ll get you some ice.” She goes for the door, and before I can remind her she’s naked, she flings it open to a very confused Nova.
“Um, Prez?” The man averts his eyes.
Smart.
“Baby, clothes.” I stand quickly, grab the sheet off the bed, and wrap her in it.
She yelps and tucks her head into my neck in embarrassment.
“I heard a crash and wanted to make sure it wasn’t storm damage. I can see you have everything handled here.” Nova turns away, and before I can close the door, he calls over his shoulder.
“Nice punch, Leah,” I slam it and pull her away from me by the shoulders.
“I’m sorry I didn’t listen. Are you ok?” Her eyes go wide.
“Me? I slugged you! Shit Fabien, I ruined it.” She covers her face with both her hands and starts to cry.
“Nothing is ruined.” I hug her, and we stand there for a moment, the sounds of the storm our only company, until a thought makes me chuckle.
“This is not funny! Why are you laughing?” I pick her up and lay her on the bed.
I crawl on top of her and kiss her nose.