Page 151 of Timeless

Well, if that was her condition...

“Don’t you dare propose!” She quickly spoke before I could say a word. “You did it last time we had sex, and I don’t want it to be a pattern.”

I sighed. “Fine. But as soon as I do, that thing comes out of your arm.” I knew exactly how we would be spending our honeymoon, and the months following. I wouldn’t stop until she was pregnant again. And then when she was, well, I still probably wouldn’t stop.

I slipped one finger into her. She was wet and ready. I positioned myself, one push and I’d be inside her. Her hands were clenching the sheets, bracing herself.

My mouth went to her ear. “If that thing isn’t out of your arm come our wedding night, I’ll slice it out myself.” With that said, I thrust into her. Her lips parted. I didn’t give her a chance to adjust to me. Taking her hard, I picked up my speed.

I knew I was taking her hard and fast but I wasn’t going deep yet. I knew she had to be warmed up a bit before I started fucking her deep and fast.

So, I kept the hard and fast rhythm, waiting for her body to be ready. As soon as her legs started to shake, I’d slow down. I knew her signs and that was a sign she was ready to burst. All I had to do was tell her to.

She probably thought I was being cruel dragging it out, maybe even thought I was punishing her. But I knew she was going to get a better orgasm and a longer one when I was going in deep.

I gripped her legs, putting them over my arms. She was in prime position now. She was losing her breath. So, I stilled inside, giving her a chance to catch her breath. And as soon as she did, I pushed slowly this time into her, going in deep. When I heard the moan come of her lips, I knew she was ready.

“Sweetheart, you can touch me.” I knew in order for her to take what I was about to do to her, she needed to brace herself. Her hands went to my shoulders, and then I started to pick up the pace.

I started going faster, seeing how she would take me in this deep with this speed. Within a few seconds of the faster speed, she was ready, and this time, I didn’t drag it out for her. I only said one word, and she did as told.

I couldn’t stop myself from rewarding her, slowing the speed and kissing her. I was helping her ride it out. I wanted her orgasms to be long. As soon as she recovered, I repeated the rhythm.

After every orgasm, I would go in harder and faster. Each time, picking up how hard I was fucking her. The only time I slowed was when I had to because I was about to come. God, it was taking all my self-control. It was physically painful, getting there, ready, and stopping myself.

I was being overstimulated. The sight of her, naked and taking everything I was giving her, was killing me. Then there were the gasps and moans that were coming from her. On top of that, she was letting me fuck her hard and rough, which was exactly what I needed. But I also needed to finish. Which I wasn’t letting myself do.

Fuck. She was giving me so much pleasure but at the same time torturing me. Every time after I slowed to control myself, I went back to fucking her harder, almost to punish her for what she was doing to me.

It was when she reached the magic number seven, I knew I had met my personal best. Now it was time to set a new record. I knew time was ticking down, and she still hadn’t showered. If she didn’t have wet hair when the boys got back they would really start thinking the worst of me.

As if it was perfect timing, she was ready again, and this time, she stopped meeting my thrusts as soon as she came, as if she couldn’t possibly do another one. But I wanted my new record to be nine.

“Come on, sweetheart, don’t stop.” I was planning on making this orgasm, too, but I couldn’t do that if she couldn’t physically keep taking it. Then her body was back to moving in sync with mine. She was barely recovered, and I wanted to make it another one. Usually, I gave her a break but I wanted to give her fireworks, and that was going to happen if I gave her another one straight after.

She gripped me tighter, when she realized what I was doing. Her mouth opened and I could feel her body was already there. As soon as I told her to come, I covered her mouth with mine. Then to make it a slower come down for her, I rolled us over, putting her on top, pushing her up, so she was getting all of me, deep.

Gripping her hips, holding her in place, I kept pumping into her, slowing eventually to a stop. Taking my hands off her hips, I let her come down to me. Panting and breathless on me.

I had somehow done it. I ran my hands down her back, her hair falling to one side, as she stayed collapsed on me.

I wanted her to stay like this as long as she wanted to. But if our story was going to hold up, she had to shower.

“Come on, sweetheart. Shower time.” I went to move out of her but I couldn’t with her on me. And she wasn’t letting me lift her off me. “Sweetheart, shower.”

“I need time to recover.” She finally spoke, her words coming out breathless. “I don’t know if I can take more.”

I smiled. Seemed she still thought we had time for the bed and shower option. “Sweetheart, we don’t have time for that. By the way we are pushing it, you will step under the shower and I’ll have to head downstairs.” I kissed the top of her head “I don’t want to have to worry about your brothers trying to kill me in my sleep.”

Slowly, she pushed herself up, with a smile on her face. “The plate for the Rolls Royce, doesn’t clear until nine.”

I frowned.

“So, they would be driving an unregistered car, plus when they run Tyler’s license, the police will automatically think it’s stolen.” Her smile got wider.

“How do you know they are being pulled over?”

“I told Troy not to take the main road, which meant they would have to go up Edward Street. The police set up breath tests on it, every single night.” She innocently looked down at me. “By the time the police go over each one of my brothers, the plates will clear and then they will be heading home. So, it’s fair to say the boys won’t be home until after nine.”

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