Page 51 of Rescued Love

“Can’t have my woman begging me for what she needs,” he grunts when I’m naked and he starts shedding his clothing with single-minded focus.

I tease him, “Oh? Do I know this woman?”

“My Kitten,” he growls.

His hands clasp on my waist as he lifts me and presses me back against the door. When he dips his head down and sucks one of my hard nipples into his mouth, I arch my back leaving only my shoulders against the door.

My fingers delve into his hair, and I hold him in place as he teases my nipple, circling it with his tongue. When he sucks again, harder this time, I can feel my wetness dripping out of me.

“Are you wet for me, Kimball?” His voice is a feral growl that has me shivering in his arms. He lets go of my nipple with a pop and looks up into my eyes. The smirk on his face is downright sinful. “Yeah,” he husks, “you’re dripping for me. I don’t even need to touch you to find out the answer.”

Holy alpaca wool.

This man.

My man.

“Nathan,” there’s a warning in my voice, but there’s little to no heat behind it.

He knows how much I need him, how much I need him inside of me. The thing is, he needs me just as much. I can feel it down to my marrow.

His cock slides between my pussy lips when he presses his hips forward. The delicious friction is like a cascade of pleasure through my body, but it’s not enough. Not nearly enough.

When the head of his cock bumps against my clit, I jolt in his arms and tighten my legs around his hips. I let out a keening sound, one of pure fucking pleading, and watch as his eyes darken, and pupils dilate. He doesn’t give me what I’m desperate for, though.

No. Instead, he lowers his head and takes my other nipple, the one he so callously ignored moments ago, into his mouth. He sucks gently at first, increasing the pressure until I’m grinding down against his hips as moans fall from my lips.

I’m about to beg, to sob out my need, when he pulls his hips back just enough to notch the head of his cock at my entrance. I freeze, not wanting him to keep teasing me and bracing myself for the feeling of fullness I know is about to send me into the stratosphere.

His hips jut forward, filling me to the hilt with one thrust, as he bites down on my nipple. I fucking explode, the walls of my pussy pulling at his length as white sparkles dance across the black of my vision because my eyes are screwed tight.

My thighs are shaking, my orgasm rolling through me in a way I’ve never felt before. Everything around me is heightened. His panting breaths that cut through the quiet and I can feel against my heated skin. The pumping of his blood through the veins of his cock as he holds himself inside of me for what feels like forever. The tension of his shoulders as he holds onto his control to not fuck me senseless against the door.

But that’s exactly what I want him to do.

I curl my fingers around his shoulders, my nails digging into his back as my head falls back against the door with a soft thump. Just when I’m about to threaten him to get him to move, he pulls out of me. Slowly.

So fucking slowly.

The drag of his shaft against the sensitive walls of my pussy, still fluttering from the pleasure there was no way for me to brace for, makes it feel like a spring is coiling inside my gut. Again. Already.

Aftershocks roll through me, and it feels like its forever until just the head of his cock is still lodged inside of me. The cool air assaults my nipple, wet from his mouth and puckering after the change in temperature.

There is fire in the depths of his brown eyes when he looks at me this time and I know, just fucking know, that I won’t be able to look away. Not when he finally starts to move. Not when he pushes me over the edge with the promise to catch ME again in his arms. Not when we’re so lost in each other that we can’t remember to breathe.

The world stills.

Peace wraps around us.

Our future smiles upon us, grateful and happy for a chance.

Warmth fills me.

Then, only then, does he move.

His movement is hard, making me scream, “Nathan.”

But he doesn’t stop. The feral glint in his eyes tells me he can’t.