Page 18 of A Very Oceanport Christmas
And what was even better—I had that same effect on him too. At least, judging by the way he claimed my mouth. I moaned, a sound wrenched from deep within me. I wanted, I needed David to take me for all I was worth. I needed him inside of me.
When I'd gone through my first heat, I'd thought that was the most intense feeling of lust I'd ever experience, but finally having David's hands, his mouth on me—that was even more mind-blowing. I couldn't control myself. Not that I would have wanted to. There was only one thing I wanted right now.
I grabbed David through the fabric of his jeans, trying to make my intentions clear. His dick in my ass was the only thing that would convince me that this was truly happening and not just another wet dream.
David had starred in so many of my fantasies, I couldn't trust reality anymore.
"I want…" I started then lost my train of thought when David ground our hips together. Damn, but he stole the breath from my lungs, his scent strong in my nose now. All around me. It was a heady feeling. I couldn't breathe without breathing him in, and with every ragged breath I took, my need spiraled higher.
"Want you too." David's words were very nearly a moan as his lips kissed my jaw.
"Take me," was all I could think to say in response. For once, I was thanking my lucky stars that I was already pregnant and I didn't have to ask him to put on a condom. Sure, STDs were a thing that existed, but I couldn't have cared less. I wanted to feel David with nothing in between us, and I would.
As quickly as humanly possible, I opened his belt, and then my fingers made quick work of his fly.
"God, Sam." He exhaled, eyes closed. One of his hands came to rest on my belly. I shoved it away on instinct. His eyes snapped to mine. I caught his lips in a kiss before he could ask. If he touched my baby bump, he would remind me of lovers who weren't him, but I wanted to focus on just him tonight.
I pushed his pants down, even as we were still kissing. God, I loved the way his mouth tasted, the way his tongue rubbed along mine, sending sparks of electricity zigging through me and down to my cock.
His fingers dug into my hips. We stumbled toward the bed. I fell down on it with my back first, dragging him with me. And finally—finally—he rid me of my pants and underwear. My cock twitched and my back arched as David traced my length with two fingers. I was impossibly hard, and there was a deep hunger in his eyes too. I spread my legs in silent invitation. Silent only because I lacked the air to speak.
David leaned down to kiss my thigh, and then his fingers played along my rim.
I opened my mouth to ask for more, but before I could, his fingers pushed inside me. Two at a time, and I was glad he hadn't bothered starting with one. I rocked back on his hand, even as my eyes focused on the outline of his dick through his boxers. It looked thick and solid, a sight that made my mouth water. His fingers were never going to be enough when what I really wanted was his cock.
"I don't need prep," I ground out.
"You sure?" he asked, but he licked his lips.
"Totally sure." I bucked my hips.
It was all the motivation David needed.
He tore off his boxers, giving me a good view of his cock—which was just as thick as I had imagined it would be. Excitement pulsing through me, I grabbed a pillow and shoved it under my hips.
David kissed me again, just before guiding the tip of his cock to my hole.
It didn't matter how often I had dreamed of this event, nothing could have prepared me for the real thing.
Penetration burned, but oh my God, I loved it. I exhaled a long stream of breath as David sank deeper into me, wishing nothing more than for him to keep going forever, because this, this was the way things were supposed to be. Nothing that had happened over the course of the last six months had made any sense, until now. David and me together, David inside of me—that made sense. I'd felt high from the moment he'd kissed me, and now, with his cock stretching my inner walls, I rode that high for all it was worth.
David moaned my name, his eyes screwed shut as he bottomed out and I squeezed around him, relishing the feeling.
For a moment, I just took it all in. The way his cock stretched me, the thick scent of his alpha pheromones in the air, the way he looked with his hips pressed to my ass and his skin flushed with desire.
And then he started moving, and all thoughts escaped me. I wanted to keep watching David as he thrust in and out of me, but it was all too much. The sensations that rocked my body, the sharp pleasure that spiked through me, the pressing need for release…
My eyes closed as stars dotted my vision. Holy hell. I'd never needed anything as much as I needed David to move faster now.
Luckily, he seemed to feel the same way, because I didn't need to beg—which I would have, if I'd been able to form words, which I wasn't. The only thing I could do was hold as the pleasure built and built and finally crested, ripping a scream from my lungs.
Thank fuck we were alone in the house.
David came only a few seconds after me, collapsing on top of me as his hot seed coated my insides. I drew him in for a kiss, feeling sated and sleepy and perfect.
I winced a bit as he pulled out of me.
"Sorry," he murmured.
