Page 10 of Lack of In-between
“You gotta let me go, baby.” Her legs slipped over his, heels hooking along his calves and pulling him deeper into her. “Rose, that’s the opposite of letting go.” He chuckled when she moaned, then met her moan with a groan when her hips flexed up and slid that welcome heat against the length of his cock again. “Woman.”
“I know.” Her limbs squeezed tighter for a moment, then relaxed, the hand that had been curled around his bicep slipping up to cradle his cheek. “But you need to understand, I don’t want to let you go. I wanna hold tight for as long as I can. I wanna be yours, Paul. I wanna be your everything.”
“Fuckin’ perfect for me.” He reminded her with a kiss before he pushed away to kneel on the mattress again, this time between her thighs where he could take in the vision spread out before him. Red hair in a tangle of curls draped over one shoulder, full breasts on display, budded nipples standing at attention. Her soft curves dipped to her hips, her rounded belly calling for more kisses, more gentle touches, more love—and for an instant, he let himself imagine her even more rounded, full of child, a gift he didn’t know he wanted until this moment. Darker red between her legs, pink lips peeking through. She moved, and he watched her breasts shift, her hips slide side to side, and he crawled off the end of the bed in a rush. Condom retrieved and applied, jeans and socks discarded on the floor, he flung his shirt towards a corner. Divested of everything that would keep him from her, he put a knee between her legs again, bringing himself back up within kissing distance of her lush lips, laying claim to her mouth as he reached between them, lining himself up with her entrance.
“It’s been a while for me, too.” She whispered this benediction against his lips, and he nodded even as his heart soared at the knowledge his Rose had been waiting as well.
“I’ll be slow, take care of my Rose. Gotta tend to her sweet-like.” The crown notched into her opening, and he pushed gently, muscles shaking as he held back, barely thrusting in and out, giving her time to stretch painlessly. “Gonna go slow as you need, baby. If it’s too much, you tell me and I’ll take care of you.”
“It’s a lot to take in.” She laughed softly, and he loved hearing the sound here in her bed.
“You sayin’ your man’s got a big dick?” She laughed again, but it caught in the middle on a gasp as he felt the head enter her fully for the first time. Out, then in again, each movement erotic torture when all he wanted to do was slide deep, fill her on a single thrust, and love her hard.
“Is that you asking for a comp—” Her breath caught again as he pushed deeper. “—liment?”
“Perfect for me.” He lifted to kiss her, then pressed his forehead to hers, staring into her eyes. “Wanna watch you take me.”
“You’re looking in the wrong place then, mister.” He thrust, and her eyes opened wide, mouth making a tiny circle as she huffed air in. “I’m taking you down there.”
“Wanna watch your face as you let me in. Never wanna forget this, Rose. Wanna think of this for always. Our first.” The way her expression softened, he knew he was making inroads into whatever resistance she still held against the idea of him and her, of them, of the couple they were meant to be. “My Rose. My baby. My girl.”
“Paul, it’s so…” She breathed in long and slow. “So intense.” He paused, thinking he might be pushing too fast, and she quickly clarified. “Not bad, honey, don’t stop.” Her legs spread wider, and he slipped deeper inside her on a rush, his hips jerking instinctually until he was rooted. “Oh my Jesus.”
“Okay?” He held there until she relaxed underneath him, her heels hooking over his calves again. One arm curled around his waist, and he felt fingers drawing tiny circles against his flank. Her other hand threaded through the hair on the back of his head, holding them together. “Baby?”
“Yeah, honey. I’m good.” She gave a tentative flex of her hips, and he groaned at the way she drew him deeper. “Oh, you like that?” She flexed again, lifting and arching her back, hips rolling against him. His cock twitched firmly, deep inside her, and this time she was the one who gasped. “Paul?”
“Mmhmm?” He kissed her hard, then glided his lips along her jaw until he lost contact with her skin, burying his face in the pillow as he concentrated on the tight clasp around his shaft, savoring the molten heat that surrounded him.
“Move.” Hips rolling, she tore the reins of control from him, and he started fucking into her, long slow glides of his cock from her entrance to where he fit perfectly, deep inside her.
“You’re bossy.” He pressed his teeth to the skin of her shoulder, holding tightly. “Did you know that?”
“You listened, didn’t you?” Her nails raked a line along his spine, and he bowed into the slight pain, speeding up his thrusts to a harder pounding. “Even nonverbal instructions.” She moaned and turned her head, giving him a chance to find her lips with his. “Yay.”
“I can be taught.” He liked the banter nearly as much as her laughter, praying it showed as deep a connection on her side as he was feeling. “Are you close, babe?”
It was her turn to abandon words, going with a humming, “Mmhmm.”
“Get there. I’m right with you.” Sparks flared at the base of his spine, igniting nerves leading straight to his cock and groin, his balls pulling up tight against his body. “Come on, Rose. Come all over me.”
A wordless cry met his next deep thrust, and the silken grip of her inner muscles tightened, pulsing around him as she climaxed, her body going wire-tight under him, limbs contracting to clutch him close.
Paul followed her over the cliff, letting go the tenuous hold he had on himself, thrusting hard, pushing deep into her, withdrawing and renewing the connection in short, quick strokes. White pleasure blasted through him as he came, jaw clenched, head thrown back on a groan as his body stuttered to a stop and held deep. His balls throbbed, and electric pulses of ecstasy fired again and again as he filled the condom.
He pulled in a deep breath, filling his senses with Rose. Nothing but Rose. She’d become the center of his world, and he wanted to bury himself inside her again and again, never coming up for air, just the two of them on an island of her bed, staying together for the rest of their lives. The intensity of his emotions startled him but wasn’t frightening. He already knew she was like no other woman he’d ever known, and finding out how explosively compatible they were in bed wasn’t a surprise. He’d already been more than half in love with her.This just sealed the deal.
Now to convince her she felt the same.
Six
Rose
“No, I’m working tonight.” She turned down his offer of dinner but grinned when Paul huffed out a disappointed sigh. “I’m off at eight o’clock, though. So not too late. Only six hours away.”
“My house or yours?” The smile he wore as he laid out his expectations was clear in his voice, and the fact that she could pick up on that made her laugh softly. “What’s so funny, Rose?”
“You’re smiling.” She shrugged, then realized he couldn’t see her. “I like it.”
