With one hand on her hip and the other on her tit, he pulled her back firmly a few times while he kneaded the flesh of her breast like a teen who'd never handled a tit before. She loved it, and he could see that she'd brought her hand up to squeeze the other on, and she had a hand on the wall for leverage. When he noticed her clit wasn't being put into the game, he moved his hand from her hip to her clit, but when he looked to the left and saw that she was watching him in the fogless mirror, he almost lost his shit.
He wanted her to come for him, and the way he was feeling, he needed it to be now. The desire on her face as she watched him made him want to kiss her, but then he wouldn't be able to see the look on her face.
"I love it when you look a little frantic. You so don't want to come before me, but my tight ass is making you sweat. You think you're going to beat me and you so hate that." She was smug with her knowledge and absolutely correct in her assessment.
"Here's the thing," he said in a voice that sounded like he'd just run up 10 flights of stairs. "I'm not going to come before you. I know your body like I know my bike. I can make both of you purr by tinkering with the right things at the right time."
She didn't look like she believed that, so he decided he'd show her. His finger was lightly stroking the bundle of nerves between her legs that had grown bigger and harder with each swipe, but he changed it so that he was pulling her back to him and pushing her clit at the same time. Her mouth dropped, and he didn't know if it was in disbelief or the increase of arousal or possibly both, but she started the slow moan that accompanied the beginning of her end. A few pumps in, he knew that if he was going to be true to his word, this had to end now. The hand on her breast brought her back toward him, and he released her only to slap her wet breast across the nipple.
It was like he'd flipped the switch because she bucked into him like she was a jockey and took off. She was fucking herself with his cock, and he was just trying to hold on.
They came together in a rush of grunts, bad words, and moans. When she was finished, she just stopped, and they waited until their breaths had settled and could once again hear the water from the shower. Easing out of her quickly so that it wasn't unnecessarily painful, he put her under the stream of water to ease some of the aches that she may have tomorrow.
"You're right," she said while she stared at him.
He didn't respond but went to get some soap from the dispenser on the wall to wash his little dynamo up.
"You're not going to ask what you're right about?"
"I'm usually right about most things," he teased, "but what do you think I'm right about now?"
"You do know how to make my body hum. I love each and every time you touch me, and I'm secure enough in you to give you the little bit of control I have when we're together. I enjoy being an independent woman, and I'm going to enjoy it even more now that it's actually true, but it makes me feel very sexy and special to let you have something that means so much to me."
He pulled her into his kiss because he knew that whatever happened to them down the road, they'd be able to go through it together.
"I don't have any family but the brothers of The Devil's Stepbrothers, and I've always told myself that I didn't want or need anyone else, but while I was lying to others about who I was, I was doing something even worse."
"And that is?" She stopped his roving hands and looked at him, so he returned the favor.
"I was lying to myself. I've done a lot of bad things," he said as he stroked her cheek, "including you, but I wanted to keep you from the moment you pulled me into that alleyway and wrapped yourself around me like a blanket."
"That's what it takes, huh? A loose floozy in an alleyway, and your heart is theirs?"
He loved that they could joke while talking about something that was important to them both or maybe that's why they could talk about it like this.
"It was real. You were a real person with real needs. It was then that I started to question what I was doing. I wanted to be real with you as well, but I couldn't. I have been given another chance with you. You've laid me bare and brought me back. I knew it would take quite a bad ass woman to do it."
"And were you right?" She asked with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye.
"Abso – fuckin – lutely."
EPILOGUE
"There is a shipment coming in this Wednesday and another on Friday."
Lorna watched her husband … yes husband, Aidan, as he went over her books on inventory and accounts. They had been off to a good start with him working as a go between with the Devil's Stepbrothers and the Giovannis, but after a while, that job was daunting. Having a girlfriend who wanted no parts of a crime element and working day and night with one was getting to him, but in the time he filled the position, her father was now a fan of the Irish man who would never be Italian.
"Are we going to family dinner this Sunday?" She asked him this every week because she wanted to make sure that was what he wanted. There was something that she wanted to share while they were there, and she wanted to talk about it to him first.
"You ask me that every week, and each time I have the same answer. Do you not want to go?" He stood up and walked over to her.
"No. It's not that." She walked closer to him just to get some comfort by his presence then maybe it wouldn't make what she was going to say come out the way it was supposed to.
"Then the answer is yes. Every week … yes," he said as he leaned down to give her a quick peck on the lips. "Besides you know your family enjoys seeing you. Your father says, ‘I see you're allowing us to see Lorna this week,' and I know that's his way of letting me know he enjoys us coming over, and he doesn't want it to stop. I didn't have any family of my own and I'm enjoying the way they've accepted me into yours. So you don't ever have to ask me if I want to go. If you do … then so be it."
They had talked about his childhood and hers, but they'd never talked about having children of their own. She knew that he'd enjoyed the eight months they'd had sex all over their new house and in their yard as well, and now that she noticed it was a topic that they'd not mentioned or discussed, the point was moot.
"These tits are getting juicier for some reason." He leaned over and found her nipple through her shirt and began sucking like there was no barrier between his mouth and her skin.
"Fuck," she said as she practically came just from that.
"They're really sensitive too." The growl that followed that made her pussy pulse, and she leaned back on the desk, flipped her skirt, pulled her panties to the side, and pushed her fingers inside to give herself some relief.
The look on Aidan's face was a mix between surprised and aroused.
"Have I not been feeding you well enough, Princess?" He unzipped his pants and released his hard cock without taking anything else off.
"Yes, you have, but I've been hungrier lately." She was close just watching him stroke himself as he tried to figure her out.
"I've noticed. You eat more, you sleep more, and you fuck more. I don't know what's going on with you, but I love it so damn much I didn't want to mention it. I just bring you things you like to eat from whatever place you want and know that you are going to shower your hunger on the cock that never gets tired of the attention."
He moved her fingers and filled her fast and pumping balls deep.
"Is this what you wanted? I'll give you all you ever want." His light green eyes were blown, and she could see he was enjoying her wildness.
She couldn't even talk because he was right; she had cravings and desires for food and fucking that was off the charts. There were times she wondered if he thought she was crazy, but he just pulled out his magic wand and granted her desire.
One thing that she liked about being married to him is that he'd lost a little of his reserve. It wasn't unlikely that he would do something crazy or out of control. That must have stemmed from trust issues that most likely had cleared.
"Fuck, baby, I have to suck on one of those tits. They drive me crazy." He lifted up her shirt, moved her bra up under her chin, and bit into her nipples. The noise of his sucking and the slight pain of his bite made her come almost without warning. She bucked and roared until she was spent, and he released right after her.
She was almost fading into sleep when she remembered that she wanted to tell him something.
"How can it be that the more we have sex the better it is?" He squeezed her breasts like he was fascinated with them then rubbed down her body. When his hand got to the little bump that had just sprung out of nowhere on her lower abdomen, he stopped. He rubbed over the spot, and although she was just over 18 weeks, she swore she felt a kick. "I know your body, Lorna. I've touched it every day since we got back together, so I notice the differences."