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“God, I can’t take it,” I moan. “I’m going to die from pleasure.” I grip both her hips and push my thumbs intoher belly, just hard enough to press against my cock from the outside. “Feeling myself fuck you is the hottest thing I’ve ever known. I can’t… I fucking can’t…”
Elena strokes my face. Her fingertips brush my lips. “Cullan, are you going to come?”
“I’m going to come so fucking hard, darlin’,” I manage through gritted teeth. “You’re so sweet. So tight. Good,”thrust, “fucking,”thrust, “girl.”
Thrust.
My climax breaks over me, and pleasure seizes me. I scoop Elena against my body and press my face into her neck.
“Elena. Elena.” All I can do is say her name over and over and hold her in my arms. I feel her fingers in my hair, caressing me.
Opening my eyes, I’m overcome by her beauty. Her flushed face. Those sparkling blue eyes. I slant my mouth over hers and kiss her. Mine. All mine.
If I pull out, my cum is going to spill out of her, and I don’t want that yet. I need to be even deeper inside of her.
I sit up and lick the pad of my thumb. “I need you to come for me again, darlin’.”
There’s a theory that the female orgasm sucks a man’s seed deeper into her. I’ve read up on it with interest, and maybe it’s bullshit, but there’s a chance it’s not. People seem to know very little about women’s reproductive anatomy except that it’s complicated. Besides, more pleasure has no downside.
It’s not long before she’s gripping my biceps, breathing hard, and squeezing my still hard cock with her pussy.
“That’s right,” I murmur, making fast circles on her clit. “Let me get nice and deep. Suck all my cum up into your womb. That’s where I belong, Elena.”
She surrenders with a sharp cry and an arch of her spine, throwing her head back with pleasure.
As she comes back down to earth, her hair cascading like water across the grass and her face beautifully flushed, I plant a hand by her head and brace myself over her. With my other hand, I feel her hip for the patch that’s stuck to her flesh.
“This contraceptive patch…” I say.
She nods. “I’ve only had it a few weeks, but don’t worry, it’s working by now.”
I meet her eyes. The fact that she believes I’d be upset or angry if she got pregnant means she doesn’t know me nearly well enough yet. “Do you know what I’m fantasizing about, Elena?”
She shakes her head.
“Ripping the patch from your body.”
18
Elena
The bed I wake up in smells like Cullan and sex. The fog of sleep clings to me, but even before I open my eyes, I can tell from the sensation of the sheets, the weight of the duvet, and the rich, woodsy aroma that envelops me that I’m not in my own bed.
The room is dimly lit, and I sit up with a gasp. It’s morning. Why hasn’t the baby monitor woken me? I look over at the empty space beside me, a spot that’s clearly been slept in. It takes me a moment to realize who occupied that space not long ago.
Cullan.
Cullan slept beside me. I touch the indent in the pillow and smile to myself. I’ve never woken upwith a man before. Well, I still haven’t, technically, but he was here. My mind turns back over the heart-pounding events of last night—dancing with Cullan, being chased by Cullan, having my virginity absolutely obliterated by Cullan—until the nagging that I’m forgetting something finally takes form in my mind.
“Rosie,” I gasp, and grab my phone. She’s not crying, but what if it’s because she’s given up hope that anyone’s coming? I’m about to leap out of bed when I notice I have a text message.
Cullan: You look beautiful in my bed. I’ve gone to get Rosie. Get plenty of rest.
Of course, Rosie stayed with Mr. Mercer last night. I smile to myself, thinking about Cullan getting up early to go and fetch his daughter. He must be missing her. I’m missing her myself.
I look down at myself and realize I’m wearing one of Cullan’s enormous—at least on me—white cotton T-shirts. I could get changed, but I love the comfort of it. Before we left the private garden, Cullan collected my shoes, underwear, and dress, but he insisted that they were too damp from dew for me to wear. He gave me his shirt and drove us home bare-chested. We showered together, and he tenderly washed me all over, kissing me throughout and murmuring how beautiful I am. I’ve never felt more spoiled. I’ve definitely never had a better birthday.
We got into his bed together, and I fell asleep in his arms, cushioned against his strong chest. Sometime in the small hours of the morning, I awoke to feel somethinghard pressing against the backs of my thighs and hot breath on the back of my neck as Cullan kissed my nape. I moaned and arched my back, growing more aroused by the second.
