Page 11 of Something to Believe In
Quickly, his hands slid to her ass and pulled her tightly to him. He easily picked her up from her stool and strolled with her to the room at the back of the barn she'd never been inside. There had been snickers about Sean and Gloria having sex in that room, but she had never been inside it. Her mind ticked off the steps; her body was heated and ready. She was wet, so he'd slip inside of her easily, and at the thought, she grew wetter yet.
Axel stepped into the room and kicked the door closed. He stopped long enough to lock it with one hand, then moved them to the bed, where he gently laid her down. He whipped his shirt off, and she did the same with her tank top. The little pink lace bra she wore made him stop and stare. "Fuck me," he whispered.
He unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor. His briefs followed closely behind. She stared at his body. He had a toned, broad, and sexy body. She'd dreamed of him for so long.
He lay on the bed, half on top of her, half off. His hands smoothed over her skin, his lips sucked in her nipples, his tongue flicked over them again and again. She squirmed under him, her hands roaming over his body, feeling the dips and valleys between the muscles as they moved. The excitement rolling through her was intoxicating.
He kissed up her chest, to her neck, then to her ear. His tongue licked the shell of her ear, then his lips, ever so softly, said, "I have been dreaming of you for so long."
She unfastened her jeans as his lips found hers. He helped her pull her jeans down, then his fingers found her clit and circled it firmly. She moaned as he moved, then his fingers slid inside her. Her hips lifted in response, and Axel groaned. She felt his chest push against her, but she also felt their connected lips.
He reached down as he continued to kiss her, then he pulled away briefly to put a package between his teeth and tear. Pulling it away, his lips found hers again as he rolled the condom onto his cock. He groaned again as she reached down to help. She was eager to have him inside her as she pumped. She moved his cock toward her entrance. His lips left hers as he looked into her eyes. His were dark and sexy, and she could see his soul in them. He wanted her. His short hair allowed her to see his face.
"Mads," he whispered as he pushed himself into her body.
Her eyes closed as he entered her, but he stopped her. "Watch me, Mads."
She stared once again into his eyes. He moved slowly at first. Her hips met his with every thrust. They were even and steady and smooth. Her hands played across his back, her legs wrapped around his ass, so toned and tight and sexy.
He began moving faster, and she felt her body heating. He rotated his hips against her, and she gasped. "Axel."
He rotated again, then pushed further into her. His speed increased, and she panted. Her orgasm raced forward, her fingers tightened and curled into his back, his cock pushed into her faster and faster, and she cried out as it rolled through her. Her body was sensitive as he pushed into her again, but his eyes never looked away. With a tightened face and furrowed brows, he said, "Incredible." Groaning, his body pulsed as his orgasm flowed from him.
Dropping to his elbows, he kissed her cheeks, nose, and lips. Then he rested his cheek against hers as his breathing slowed.
She let her hands brush over his back, the ridges not as pronounced as they had been during exertion. His skin was damp, his breathing slowed, and regretfully, he pulled out of her and lay at her side.
Chapter Nine
Fucking incredible. His mind went blank for a while as his body functions returned. The first thing he noticed was the heat in the room. Mads lay next to him, her breathing returning to normal, and his arms wrapped her tightly to him and pulled her as close as he could. They lay quietly together, both of them lost in thought.
"Axel?"
"Not yet."
He didn't want to have the "mistake" discussion. Nothing that good could be a mistake. Nothing. It wasn't. Not even close.
He let his fingers slide to her chest, molding her beautiful breasts into his hands. They were firm and pliable. Her skin was so soft, like satin.
"Axel?"
He let out a breath and swallowed. "I'm not sorry. And I want to be with you. Again and again."
"We can't."
"We'll keep it a secret."
"Secrets can tear people apart."
"Not us. Not yet, Mads. Let's have this for now."
She rolled onto her side. Resting her head in her hand, she stared down at him with gorgeous green eyes. Her lips, still swollen from his kisses, parted in a beautiful but sad smile. "Okay."
He stared at her, his eyes taking in her beauty. That dark, wavy hair framed her light green eyes so perfectly. He reached up and felt her hair between his fingers. The softness reminded him of his favorite blanket growing up. He slept under that blanket until he was sixteen. He loved the way it felt against his face as he drifted off to sleep. Finally, he gave it up because his dad called him a sissy and told him grown men didn't sleep with their blankie. He remembered his mom telling him he could keep it, just hide it, but Axel shook his head. "It's okay, Mom."
He swallowed the memory as he stared at the beautiful woman in front of him. "I'm not sorry, Mads."
"I'm not either."
