Page 103 of Wrecked By You
I bent over to kiss him, but instead of being on top, I found myself beneath him, my arms pinned beside my head. He kissed me, unhurried, his tongue toying with mine. Every time I tried to speed things up, he stopped, then started again. In the end, I gave up trying to take control. I closed my eyes and lost myself to the way he made me feel. My skin tingled, and an ache grew low in my belly, my clit dying for attention.
He removed my clothes, and his. I stared up at him, recalling those first times we’d slept together, where he’d insisted on keeping his clothes on. He’d come so far, and as egotistical as it might sound, I liked to think I’d had something to do with his recovery.
“You’re stunning, you know that?”
He blinked at me as if surprised by the compliment. He touched his scar. “Even with this?”
I sat up so we were nose to nose and kissed every inch of the blemish that had imprisoned him for so many years. “Because of this. You’re strong and beautiful and kind.”
“And broody, and dour, and sarcastic.”
I laughed. “A complex man.”
“Stop distracting me.”
He lay me down and devoured me with his lips and his hands and his oh-so-talented tongue. By the time that tongue reached my pussy, I already teetered on the edge of an explosive climax. One flick and I fell into an abyss, my body taking over, heat spreading out from my core in waves and pulses that seemed never-ending.
I opened my eyes as Johannes loomed over me, his cock nudging my entrance. He pushed inside, slowly, an inch at a time, both of us groaning in pleasure. I stared down at where we were joined. I didn’t know what made me say it. Maybe it was reconnecting with my parents again, or seeing how close Chloe and Johannes had grown, or possibly thinking I’d lost the man I loved only to find out he was very much alive.
“I want another baby. With you.”
He stared at me for a moment, then shook his head and closed his eyes.
Oh, hell.
Talk about killing the mood. Maybe he didn’t want kids. Or didn’t want them yet.
Swept up on a tide of joy, I’d chosen the worst possible time for a discussion such as this one. We should plan for kids in the cold light of day, not when his dick throbbed and wept with pre-cum, and I was all in post-orgasmic bliss.
“There’s no rush. We don’t have to if you don’t—”
“The idea of putting a baby in you…” His mouth captured mine in a ferocious, claiming kiss, and before I could take a breath, he thrust hard, expelling all the air from my lungs. I gasped and gripped his shoulders, hanging on as he took me with an urgency I hadn’t felt from him before. His eyes were almost feral, stolen by lust. His hands rubbed and stroked and squeezed my breasts, my waist, my hips, and still he kept up a punishing rhythm, drawing me closer to another cataclysmic orgasm.
“Fuck,” he panted. “Tell me you’re close.” He reached between us, strumming my clit. “Fuck, Ella. Come.”
“I’m… I’m… ohhhh.” Every nerve ending lit up, setting my blood on fire. I was barely conscious of Johannes’s drawn-out groan as he emptied himself inside me. He collapsed on top of me, his skin coated in a thin layer of sweat. I ran my hands through his hair, sweeping it off his forehead.
“I love you,” I whispered.
Still connected, he rolled over, taking me with him. My hair hung like drapes, grazing his taut chest. He gathered it in his hands and arranged it over one shoulder.
“Not as much as I love you.”
“Impossible.”
He brushed his lips over mine. “Was I too rough? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“God, no. That was… magical.”
He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a win.”
“I’m sorry.”
His smile turned into a frown. “For what?”
“For saying what I did when I did. It was wrong of me. We’ve never even talked about having kids, and for me to bring it up right when you… when we… well, you know what I mean.”
He gave me this look, a sort of frown coupled with confusion, then eased me to the side. My heart disconnected, floating inside my chest, adrift, as I would be without Johannes. And then he shuffled down the bed and kissed my stomach.