Once more she closed her eyes and concentrated on the building fullness of her sex as she moved over him. Her clit ground gently against his pubes, creating a pleasurable burn in stark contrast to the gentle glide of his shaft inside her.
Then those big, strong hands latched onto her ass, pressing her lower back a bit flatter, and actually improving the angle of penetration a bit. Still, her mouth opened to scold him, but he did something with his hips—rolled them or tipped them—and bit down into her other nipple, and that was it.
Her body shook, and she let out a torrent of expletives like a woman possessed.
Fuck, it was good.
And then he tipped those hips again, and she actually screamed from the overload of sensation.
“Fuck, don’t do that again!” she warned through clenched teeth, eyes watering, and body still quaking. “Oh, God, do it again.”
He chuckled, throaty and low, and rolled her onto her side, and she barely noticed his weight on her left leg. He wrapped her right one over his hip. “Do what? Do that?” he whispered in her hair, moving his hips a fraction so his cockhead hit her cervix and G-spot nearly simultaneously.
She couldn’t answer. Her teeth were chattering too hard, but she managed a nod.
So, he did it again…then again…and then some more, until she was uncertain if she were still alive or if she’d slipped away into some dimension where there were no words, only sensations.
A tug of her ear from his teeth brought her back to reality.
“Are you close?” she asked. She was nearing the point of intercourse where she’d pretty much orgasmed out, and the stimulation was at the borderline between euphoric and painful.
“If you want me to be.”
“I do. Quickly, if you can manage it.”
“Never heard that one before.”
“And you’ll probably never hear it again.”
Without another word, he sped his pace and made his thrusts longer, deeper. With his hands at her waist, he was pushing her down onto him as much as he was pumping into her.
There was a different kind of pleasure to his exertions now. Not one she thought she’d get off on, but pleasant all the same. She decided to help him along, and clenched her muscles tight around his cock and tried something she’d never dared with Spike.
She worked her arm around his big body, slipped her fingers between his tight cheeks, and massaged his perineum.
For a moment, he stilled, and when he resumed his thrusts, she took it as a tacit permission to increase her press.
“Chyort voz’mi.”
She didn’t have to know the literal translations of his words, because his body gave her enough context clues to figure it out.
Chapter 4
“Toby, if you’re not going to finish your breakfast, I’ll do it for you, and I promise you’ll be hungry in an hour,” Seth chided and patted his belly for emphasis.
Toby stilled, ceasing his bouncing from one corner of the table to the next, and stood between his own place setting and Seth’s. He looked at his half-eaten waffle, then up at Seth—who cocked a warning eyebrow up at him—then his plate again.
Finally, Toby sat and picked up his fork.
Stephen, on the other end of the table they shared with Curt and Erica, laughed and shook his head. “I’ve never seen him eat anything beyond that wretched Bran-O cereal my sister buys. Surprised he ate that egg.”
“I like eggs,” Toby said, and he sank his teeth into his second hard-boiled egg.
“Since when?” Stephen asked. “You didn’t like them at Easter when Nanna Maura put one on your plate.”
Toby didn’t respond, just chewed.
Toby had a lot of Meg in him, as far as Seth could see. Not only did he have the bossy gene, but he evidently possessed a similar ability to command all the attention in a room. The waitstaff, even the ones not assigned to their table, milled around, interacting with him. Laughing at his little jokes. For the most part, Toby seemed to like the attention, except for one particular instance when a tactless guest seated nearby asked him what he thought of his new daddy and if he missed Spike.
Then, he’d hidden at Seth’s side and didn’t come out again until that guest had paid her check and left.
Even if he didn’t know what was going on with Seth and his mother, he seemed to have an innate understanding that some things were private and not nice to ask about.
“Toby?” Erica called from her seat adjacent to him.
She refilled his ice water as he mumbled, “Hmm?” around his egg.
“Are you excited about trying preschool again in the fall?”
Toby closed his eyes and gave his head an emphatic shake.
“I remember feeling the same way,” Curt said with a sigh. He pulled off his glasses and rubbed his red eyes with one hand while swirling the contents of his Bloody Mary with the other.