He kissed his way down her throat to her breast, took her hard nipple into his mouth, and licked the tight peak in a long, slow stroke that made her sigh. Her legs cradled his waist as he lay between her thighs, her knees up-drawn to accommodate his large body. He shifted his weight back, slid his hand down her soft skin, over her belly, side, and hip around to her smooth inner thigh. Her hips rocked forward seeking his touch even as her hand slid down over his head and shoulders. He circled his tongue around her hard nipple, took the bead into his mouth, and sucked hard, sliding his finger into her slick warmth at the same time.
The moan she let loose drove him on, his need for her a heat building inside him until the taste and touch of her wasn’t enough. He needed to be inside her. Her nails dug into his back and raked up over his shoulders. The bite set off a wave of electricity through him. He thrust his finger deep, her hips rocking into his hand. She lost herself in his touch, and he became a slave to her every need. He circled her clit with his thumb, softly rubbing until she panted, her fingers digging into his back muscles. She pulled at him to come to her. Happy to do so, he slid his fingers up over her soft folds, over her belly and around her hip. He squeezed tight, slid up her body, and took her mouth in a searing kiss. With his weight balanced on one arm, he reached for the condom in the bedside drawer. He broke the kiss to lean further and snag his prize.
She planted soft kisses along his rough jaw to his ear. Her tongue skimmed the edge, her teeth clamped on to the lobe without hurting him, her lips closed over the soft flesh, and she sucked softly.
He tore the foil packet with his teeth.
“Love me, Rory,” she whispered in his ear. The same thing she said to him out in the grass below the trees. It was a request he was happy to fulfill again, now, whenever she wanted him to until the day he died.
Sheathed and ready for her, he pressed the head of his hard dick to her slick entrance and kissed her, sliding home in one long glide until he filled her.
“Oh yes.” She sighed, igniting the fuse on his restraint.
He pulled out and thrust back home, loving the way her body rose to meet his. He didn’t think anything could feel better than loving her the first time. He’d been wrong. Her arms wrapped around his back. She pressed her breasts to his chest. With her knees pulled up, her thighs cradled his hips. Her feet hooked over the back of his knees. She literally wrapped around him. She pressed a warm kiss to his throat and the underside of his chin. He thrust deep again and she sighed. Her rushed, heated breath washed over his skin.
Her body tightened around his. Her head went back into the pillow, eyes closed, her mouth slightly parted on a moan as her body quaked below him. The lit fuse she ignited detonated his desire and he rocked back into her, circled his hips, setting off another round of aftershocks deep in her core. He pulled back and drove home in an explosive release that had flashing lights spark against the backs of his eyelids.
Spent, satiated, he dropped on top of her, savoring the feel of her hands resting on the base of his spine, her fingers lightly caressing his ass. Her feet slid down his calves and fell back onto the mattress. Her erratic breath whispered through his hair as he lay on top of her, his face buried in her hair at the side of her head. His sawing pants came out warm against her ear, the heat washing over his face, too, but he couldn’t move. Not yet. He wanted to lie here in her arms, feeling just like this. Happy. One with her.
She shifted beneath him. Her lips pressed to his head in a quick kiss. “Roll, big guy.”
He managed to get his forearms beneath him and press up, taking some of his much heavier weight off her. He stared down into her beautiful face and bright blue eyes. “I think you’re trying to kill me.”
“Never. I just really like having your undivided attention.”
The smile came easy, because she made everything easy. He shifted to her side, rolling to his back, and bringing her with him. She lay on her side, one leg draped over his, her cheek pressed to his chest with her hand resting over his thumping heart.
He lifted his head, stared down his body, verified the condom was still intact—thank God—and settled back into the bed.
“It’s fine. Nothing to worry about, because I’m with you, and I know you’re with me.” Her hand slid over his ribs to his side and she hugged him close. “As long as we stick together, everything is fine.”
He kissed her on top of the head and held her close, letting her words sink into his heart. I’m with you. Her way of telling him baby or no baby, she intended to stay with him.
The possibility of a baby changed things. He had so much more to protect. Her. The baby. And if there wasn’t a baby now, he needed to keep her safe so one day the dream growing in his mind and heart became a reality.