Page 15 of More than Enough
Putting away the groceries was a different kind of exercise with Blade helping. Different didn’t mean bad. Not at all. He quickly commandeered retrieval of each item, and when he would pass it to her, he would hold tight until she paid his self-proclaimed kiss tariff. Each kiss was sweeter than the last, hotter, wet and deep, until she found herself crowded against the countertop, Blade plastered to her front, his hands buried in her hair. She angled her chin up, opening herself for exploration from his mouth. Her breath caught in her throat as he mouthed her neck, his teeth, lips, and the burn of his scruff ratcheting up her desire to fever pitch.
“Let’s move this to the bedroom.” His arms were tight around her, holding her in place, and she didn’t try to escape. Something about Blade’s ability to make her want him fractured her control, short-circuiting any semblance of self-preservation, until all she could think of was him owning her body, him inside, him with her.
“Yes.” Jenn was shocked at the sound of her own voice, rough and needy, but Blade didn’t seem to mind if the pleased rumble in his chest was any indication.
“Kiss me,” he demanded as he scooped her up, arms banded around her upper thighs and back, holding her to his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck, offering her mouth, and he swooped down the tiny distance separating them, tongue sweeping in and tangling with hers.
He laid her gently on the bed, then pounced, making her giggle as she bounced when he landed on all fours over her. Moving slowly, he stretched out over her, blanketing her with heat and pressure, his weight enough to make her ribs strain to pull in a full breath. Then he kissed her again, and she was short of breath for another reason, his hand on her breast a caress pulling strings connecting to her core, making her hips jerk up. His rigid cock, trapped behind the zipper of his jeans, still branded her like an ember. Fingers tightened in her hair as Blade moved his mouth to her throat, her shoulder, her breast over the clothing she still wore. He held her in place, and Jenn felt ravished in all the best ways, his open desire for her an aphrodisiac she hadn’t expected.
“Jenn.” He groaned her name, mouth pressed to the skin above her shirt, lips and teeth making her quiver under him. “Clothes off, yeah?”
“Yeah.” When he rose up on stiffened arms, she went for the fastening on his jeans, careful with the zipper as she shoved them halfway down his thighs, until his cock bounced free.
“Jenn.” This was a roughened whisper, and she dragged her gaze from where she’d wrapped her hand around his cock and up to his face. Eyes closed, he had his bottom lip caught in a savage grip between his teeth, face twisted in a ferocious snarl. “Goddammit, woman.”
Wondering how far he’d let her go, she looked back to where she held him as she stroked down, then back up, tightening her grip around the sensitive crown, feeling the pebbled ridge as it passed over her fingers. She swiped across the head, not surprised to find slippery fluid leaking from his slit. His hips jerked and plunged, cock fucking through her hand, and she stroked down and up again.
Blade shifted suddenly, hips retreating until her hand was empty, and she glanced up to see the snarl had been replaced by an expression of such intensity it froze the air in her lungs. Blade was focused on her, unblinking, looking nearly feral.
“Gonna. Gotta be in you.” He stripped her quickly, then shucked the rest of his clothes, until they were both naked. He moved over her again, that heated blanket she could learn to love. “You on the pill?”
Jenn nodded. “Yeah. Injections, but yeah, I’m covered with birth control.”
He groaned and dropped his mouth to her chest, his lips unerringly finding and latching onto a nipple, alternating sucking hard with the torment of tiny bites. “I’m tested.”
She knew what he wanted. Something she’d never done with a partner before.I’ve never felt like this before. With that reasoning in mind, Jenn very deliberately spread her legs in an invitation he couldn’t mistake. Blade didn’t disappoint. He fell into the cradle created for him with a lithe twist of his hips. Another shift of position had his cock poised at her entrance, and Jenn held her breath, waiting.
Lips pressed to hers, he thrust his tongue into her mouth at the same time he slid inside. His back arched under her palms, and she rolled her hips up to take him deep. Whispering his name when he was seated inside as far as he could go, she held still, muscles quivering as she grazed a gentle touch up his arms, curling around his shoulders and up his neck, tangling in his hair. “Nate. Baby, move.”
“Oh, God.” His groan echoed through the air, and hemoved.
They came together in a crash of flesh, sweat coating their skin to create a slippery canvas painted by their fingertips. She gasped to the symphony of the sounds of his cock plunging deep and pulling back, thrusting inside hard and fast. When she came, it surprised her, the buildup fast and hard, bowing her back as she scrabbled for a hold on his skin, his flesh, his body—his being. He seemed to understand what she was waiting for, and mouth to her ear, he set her free to fly. “Go, baby. Take what you need. Come all over me. I got you. I’ll always, always have you. Go. Take it.”
Her vision darkened on the edges, breathing suspended for long moments until her lungs protested, sucking in another draught of air before seizing again.
Nate—because he wasn’t Blade in this moment, as he’d asked her, as she’d done instinctively, she’d transformed him to Nate as soon as he’d started loving on her—groaned, the sound harsh, cut off as he buried his face against her throat, setting his teeth in the muscle in the notch of her shoulder. His hips bucked, drawing his cock out until she nearly lost him. The swollen rim pushed back inside a dozen times, spreading her, stretching her in pulsing pumps. Then he was deep inside again, so deep he ground against her clit, his sac brushing the cheeks of her ass, and he came. Heat filled her, a delicious feeling of something forbidden as she’d never allowed this, never experienced the extra slipperiness, the sense of overfilling as his cock throbbed and throbbed.
Her orgasm was passing, slipping away like an elusive scent on the wind, and she clenched down hard as she tried to extend it, surprised by Nate’s reaction. He pushed both hands underneath her, cupping her ass and lifting while he pounded hard for another handful of thrusts, her name a groaned sound against her skin.
“So fuckin’ good.” His fingers tightened their grip, and she arched, lifting for him. “God, Jenn.”
“Was pretty good from my side, too.” She fought to catch her breath, each word coming out on an individual huff of air. “Really good.”
“Glad you clarified.” He chuckled, and she felt the rumbling shake down to her bones, his position on top of her pressing the humor into her skin. “Otherwise I might develop a complex about being only pretty good.”
“Liar. You know you’re more than really good, even.” Turning her head, she kissed his cheek softly. “Overwhelmingly good.”
That pleased chuckle rolled through her again, and she saw the curve of his cheek when he smiled. “I guess I don’t have to ask if it was good for you?” He lifted slightly and pulled out, moving to his back on the bed next to her. A moment later, he hooked his arm around her neck and yanked her towards him, positioning her half on top of his chest.
She angled her arm, chin resting in her hand. “So good.”
“I’ve never had it that good, Jenn. Never had anything close. Wanna know what I spent the day thinking?” Lips pressed together, she nodded. “How I could prove. Prove to you that I. That I was good enough. That I’d be worth. Worth takin’ a chance on.” He looked frustrated, brow furrowing. “My mouth.” Huffing out a sigh, he shook his head. “This is. It is how it is. Some. Days are better. Better than others.”
Jenn lifted a hand and cupped his cheek. “I don’t care.”
“You will.” The bleak expression that fleeted across his features broke her heart, and she shook her head fiercely.
“You don’t get to tell me what I want. You can’t decide that for me. If you don’t like me, or don’t want me around, then that’s your decision. But if you want this? Want this with me? Then you can’t try to predetermine the ending. Nate, baby, we’ve hardly begun. I can’t wait to see where this takes us, because it feels so very right to me, but don’t put some kind of time limit on this just because you’re afraid.” He jerked at that word and she nodded. “Oh, I know. You’re this military guy, been in a dozen firefights, because your friends do like to brag on you, mostly because you won’t brag on yourself. But in this, you’re letting some false sense of unworthiness make you afraid. Don’t be afraid of winning.”
