Page 87 of The Baby-whisperer and the Brute
Completely undaunted, she raised her knees and dropped them open, spreading herself to me.
I had to close my eyes for a second and do some deep breathing. Then, feeling the hot, wet clench of her intimate flesh on my tip, I literally couldn’t hold back any longer. I drove forward, pushing inside and filling her.
For a moment, I was worried. She went stiff and cried out as I thrust through the barrier of her virginity. But she stroked my back, kissing my neck and encouraging me.
“Don’t stop. I’m okay. Don’t stop.”
I began again, rooting deep. The feeling was impossible to describe—the enveloping warmth, the intense connection, the juxtaposition of slickness and friction. The knowledge that I was the first man to ever discover her like this.
I felt like a fucking astronaut or something.
Grinding my teeth together and groaning between them, I pumped harder, paying attention to her every sound and facial expression. At one point I sensed I’d hit a sweet angle and did it again and then again.
Angelina arched her back and rose to meet me, undulating her hips in a way that threatened to end this whole thing when it had barely begun.
“Angel, hold on. I need a minute. I’m not going to be able to—”
My warnings were cut off by her rising cries, and I realized she was right on the verge.
Well okay then, let’s do this thing.
I dropped my head to her shoulder and began a steady drive, pinning her with my weight, pleasuring her with the building friction between us.
All the while I prayed I could hold on long enough to get her there. As for me, I could have come the second I slid inside her, but I was determined to be not only her first but her last. I kept up a measured pace, feeling her tense around me, her hands frantically grappling over my back and her wild panting and broken gasps filling my ear and pushing me closer and closer to the tipping point.
“Come for me, Angel,” I breathed against her neck. “You feel so good. You feel like heaven around my cock. Nothing has ever felt as good as fucking you.”
For a second, I panicked. I just said “fucking you” to a virgin. Maybe I should have said, “making love,” but then I realized I’d worried for nothing.
Her breath caught, and her whole body stiffened beneath me then shuddered. And then she was making the sweetest, most erotic noises I’d ever heard in my life. I seriously wished I was recording them because I would absolutely listen to this on repeat in my earbuds all day every day.
Once she came, there was absolutely zero chance I was going to last any longer. I followed her, thrusting deep one last time then collapsing on top of her, my forehead dropping to rest against hers and our rapid breaths mingling.
In the aftermath, I held her close to me, literally unable to stop kissing her. I pressed my lips to her face and neck and shoulders and chest.
“That was absolutely the best I’ve ever had,” I said. “Just so you know, there’s no way I’m letting you leave now. Not ever.”
“Silly man—I already told you I didn’t want to leave. What did you think I was doing sticking around here while you invented non-existent cracks between the curtains and demanded the world’s coldest ice water?”
I chuckled, ashamed of my antics but not sorry for them. They’d worked, hadn’t they? “I just wanted to keep you nearby, and the only way I knew to do it was to be a complete pain in the ass.”
“Well, I recommend a new strategy,” she said. “Just keep doing what you did tonight. You have just created an addict. I couldn’t leave even if I wanted to.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Moving In
Angelina
“Then it’s settled?” Sully asked. “You’ll stay?”
“I’m not sure how I feel about living in your house and taking a paycheck from you if we’re in a relationship, but I’mdefinitelynot going to become a nun now, if that’s what you’re asking.”
He laughed out loud. “There’s one answered prayer. We’ll work on the rest.”
Sully stared at me as if I were his favorite sight in the world, and my heart glowed.
“I feel like celebrating,” he said. “Have you ever been down to the wine cellar?”
