Page 155 of Somebody's Watching Me
He helped her stand and undressed the rest of the way before they fell upon their bed of blankets. She didn’t waste time, straddling him to get to work. The slick slide of her body as she took him in was the best kind of torture, and would have him begging before the end.
“Don’t be gentle tonight.” Fully seated, her nails dug into his chest. “Because I won’t be.”
And she meant it. Without wasting time, she rode at a breakneck pace, her hips rocketing at lightning speed. He couldn’t stop himself and pumped from below, helping her find the release she was so desperately racing towards.
The first hit of an orgasm sliced through her, and Laura Jean shook from the impact, her tight walls pulsing around him until the scattered stars overhead blurred. She screamed his name, the guttural cry causing the beast to snap its teeth, wanting more.
“Run.”
They had played this game before, and coming down off her high, she panted with excitement. The last time they walked away with sap in their hair, but neither had minded, the annoyance had been worth the fun.
“What happens when you find me?”
“You get to be dinner.” The beast coiled, its leash straining tight. “Five seconds.”
That was all she needed to hear, and Laura Jean slipped off into the dark.
Four seconds passed instead of five, and he set off to track her through the thick woods. He found her easily—because she wanted to be found—and they ended up against a tree again. With a solid grip on her hips, and her using the tree’s trunk for balance, he bent her forward to slam home with one solid thrust.
The roar that tore from him splintered the silence. “Fuck.”
“I want all of it,” she begged, allowing the beast in him to make its claim. “I won’t break.”
But he wanted her to break. A selfish bastard through and through, he wanted her shattered and broken to where it was only he who could make her whole again.
Desperate to hear those beautiful screams, he bottomed out, and a second orgasm struck her. The unapologetic beat of his body punctuated the sound, creating a beautiful staccato made up of his woman’s cries.
They could do this until dawn, stopping only when the sun ordered them to return to the house. Yet, this first round was it for tonight, and as much as he wanted it to go on a little longer, he couldn’t hold back. He needed to come so fucking badly, his body shuddering in the strain to let it end.
“All of it,” she whispered, her breathing turning to tiny gasps and grunts. “Give me.”
Digging his fingers into her hip bones, he yanked her feet right off the ground and came so hard he almost blacked out. “This.” He rocked her up and down his cock, pumping every last drop into her until there was nothing left. “Love this.”
Every time they were together, the hope that crept in would consume them both. She was scared it would never work, and he was terrified that it would, but their goal was the same. To grow their family into something extraordinary.
“Well done, Fairweather,” Laura Jean panted, trying to catch her breath once it was over. “That was spectacular.”
How did she do it? Two seconds ago, they were fucking without any control, and now she had him laughing. “Are you going to clap for me?” he asked sarcastically. Lowering her slowly to stand, he smacked her ass as he pulled out. “You at least owe me that.”
Full of sass, she spun around and gave him a polite clap. “Excellent form and execution.”
“Very funny.”
He picked her up to carry back to their makeshift bed. With only minutes left in their small window of alone time, he didn’t want to waste a second, and settled them among the pillows.
“So, impress me with your parenting skills,” she said as the light dusting of clouds finally released the full moon, allowing it to illuminate the clearing. “What did you do?”
“Samuel is staying the night.”
Just as excited as him, she gasped. “Oh, this is the first real sleepover you’ve had with all the kids since moving in.”
“And I was told we’re playing cards.”
“We’ll have to separate Samuel and Evie.”
“No, we won’t because I paid them fifty dollars each to behave.”
Laura Jean’s head popped up from where it was resting on his chest. “You did not!”
