Page 63 of Just Heartbeats
She was curious to know how she'd distracted him while he was out on a run. As much as that pleased her, it could also be dangerous. He needed to concentrate so that he could get home to her safe and sound.
"I'll show you what goes through my head." He walked her backward into the room and kicked the door shut.
Arousal swept through her as he manhandled her, molding her body against him. The scent of leather and night air clung to him. His forehead rested against her, and for a moment, the last few hours she'd worried over his safety faded away.
His lips brushed hers, slow and sensual, as if asking one last time for permission he already knew he had. She softened her lips, taking his mouth. Her stomach fluttered. She would never get used to having him touch her, kiss her, love her because she now knew what he could do with his mouth, his fingers, his cock.
He pulled back, cradling her face in his hands. "All mine, baby girl."
Roma smiled. She would never get tired of hearing him claim her. The members of Royalla took ownership seriously, especially Kodiak. She was proud to belong to him.
Gazing up into his eyes, she undid his belt and peeled his jeans off his hips. Aware he had removed his pistol and set it on the arm of the couch, she wrapped her fingers from both hands around his cock and stroked him to hardness.
He thrust his pelvis forward. She brought him to her mouth and sealed her lips around the tip, gently sucking him.
He pulsated bigger against her tongue. She caressed the underside of the engorged head and lowered her hands to his thighs. Gripping his legs, she plunged, taking more of him in her mouth.
Kodiak threaded his fingers through her hair. As he coaxed her back and forth, she closed her eyes. It'd taken practice to accept his size in her mouth. Most of all, he'd shown her howhe wouldn't force her to take too much. She could still breathe through her nose, and all she had to do was relax.
It made her high, having such a big cock in her mouth, knowing she could do this for him. She moaned, digging her nails into his jeans.
He let go of her and pulled his cock from her mouth. Before she could move to take him back, he slipped his hands under her arms and helped her to her feet.
The flannel shirt came off her, and she stepped out of her panties. He found the chain hooked to his belt and followed it with his fingers to his wallet, which was in his back pocket. He took out a condom, ripping the packaging off with his teeth. She swallowed hard, watching him roll on the protection. The doctor on Monday had informed her that it would take seven days for her birth control pills to prevent pregnancy. She only had two more days to wait until she could have him come inside of her.
He circled his finger in the air. She turned around, looking over her shoulder at him. He bent her at the waist. She grabbed the arm of the couch.
His warm, rough finger slid along her slit. She came up on her toes.
Gripping her hips, he thrust into her. The impact snapped her head up, and she gasped.
He held her hair, holding her in front of him, and rode her. She closed her eyes and let him use her body because, in the end, all those perfect feelings he created would fill her with pleasure. Without a doubt. Total trust.
That's how it always was with Kodiak. He made sex easy. He made loving him easy. He made being herself even easier. She was free to explore, experiment, and enjoy without any judgment.
Despite the age difference, he gave her all the firsts she wanted and never stole those moments from her.
Her pussy spasmed. She pressed her toes against the floor. Stretched to the max, the rhythmic slap of his balls against her clit was enough to take her to the peak.
But he never left her there, struggling to achieve an orgasm.
He slid in and pulled out. Long, firm strokes. Faster and faster.
Holding onto the couch, her orgasm grabbed her, holding her prisoner as pleasure pulsed through her limbs.
Kodiak ground against her, grunting in the finale.
Her body released its tight hold on him. She slumped over the arm of the couch. His cock slipped out of her, and he untangled his hand from her hair.
Her legs gave out as she draped herself over the sofa. He rubbed her bare hip and inhaled loudly, then exhaled in a whoosh. She sighed, closing her eyes. Every orgasm was a full-body event. Her body was lax and unresponsive.
He pulled her up onto her feet and turned her around. She opened her eyes and gazed up into the after-effects of sex on his face. His heavy eyelids almost had her quivering. Again.
He gathered his black and white peppered beard in one hand and tugged the whiskers down straight. "Duke laid his bike down earlier."
She gasped. "Is he okay?"
"Yeah." He removed the condom, tying a knot at the end, then walked into the kitchen and threw the used protection in the garbage can under the sink. "That's why I was late. Rusty came and got the trailer so we could haul the motorcycle home.
