Page 16 of Protected By the Lumberjack
We're both wound up from everything that's gone on over the last twenty-four hours, and I'm sure Honey's got even more on her mind than I do-- I'm going to give her a rest from that; do my best to keep her from thinking at all for a little while.
My finger slides through her slick heat and we both groan. Honey's hips buck against my face and I latch onto her clit while I add a second finger. She's so wet that the room is filled with lewd sounds between my fingers sliding in and out of Honey's tight pussy, my mouth feasting hungrily at her swollen bud, and her increasingly loud gasps and cries as she gives in to a climax so strong it feels like an earthquake beneath me.
"You're fucking beautiful when you come so hard for me like that." My voice comes out rough as I climb back between her limply sprawled thighs, wiping her cream from my mouth. "You ready for me now?"
I fist my cock, dragging my hand along the length, squeezing hard so I don't spill the seed I've been saving for her womb all over her soft belly.
"God yes, fuck me, Carver, I need you inside me so badly."
Damn good thing, because I don't think I'd have had the self-control to wait if she'd needed me to.
Sinking the broad head of my hard dick past my woman's entrance, I groan low and long as her sheath wraps around my shaft.
Honey's body takes all of me eagerly, sucking every thick inch I have for her deeper to her core until I bottom out at the root of my cock.
"Fuck, Carver, you feel so good inside me." Honey's words are spoken around a satisfied little sigh right before she shifts beneath me, angling up for me in a silent plea for my thrusts.
"You have no idea, baby." I dip my head to catch her lips with mine and then I let my body answer her.
I crash into her hard and fast, driven by a primal instinct to mark her as mine. I'm desperate to fill Honey's womb with my seed and make sure it takes root. Like that will ensure I never lose her again. bind her to me in a way that can't be tested.
The urgency with which she takes my punishing movements only stirs my frenzy. We're working for the same goal, on some level, both of us determined to stake a claim-- and be claimed.
Honey's body tightens, her inner walls clenching around my shaft; clamping impossibly tight, I can feel her milking me, begging for my cum with her body at the same time she calls out with her voice.
"Carver, fuck-- oh God-- fuck, I want to feel you come inside me."
Like I could stop now if I tried.
When we've both recovered and cleaned up, we head downstairs to find something to make up for the meals we've both missed.
"Do you happen to remember if you're on any sort of birth control?" I ask as casually as I can manage while we spend more time making out in the kitchen than actually cooking-- I might have to see if one of my brothers can be bribed into delivering something from town on their way back up the mountain later.
Honey stills in my embrace and I know the answer instantly.
I also know she's thinking about the weeks we've spent together since she stumbled out of that forest like one of the ghosts it's supposedly full of.
"No...I'm not." She whispers apologetically. "I haven't dated anyone since Dad got sick."
Her own hands move over her abdomen, pressing lightly while her eyes go out of focus-- counting, maybe.
"Honey?"
"Yeah?"
Her gaze comes back to mine. My hand joins hers, something inside me going soft at the idea that that next generation I was thinking about could already be inside her.
"You ok with that?"
I don't have to clarify what I mean.
I hate the hazy look of tears in her eyes as she bites her lip and nods cautiously.
"Are you?"
Her worry turns to relief at the smile I can't even try to hide.
"Hell yeah, I am."
