“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you scream when I make you come.” A puff of breath burst forward with each word, saturating her with sensation.
She couldn’t hold back the cries if she wanted to. Each gust of heat sent her higher, dragged her closer to the orgasm building with impossible speed. The wet swipe of Saxon’s tongue startled her, splintering any remaining defense. Her nails dug into the quilt, her back arched, lifting her hips and throbbing crotch high off the bed. When he drew her clit into his mouth and sucked she screamed, shattered by the explosion of her climax.
Before she’d even left the peak he was there, his cock seeking her entrance. The plump head stretched her opening, the muscles still clamped tight, fighting against the intrusion. As the next wave broke over her, he drove inside her and sank his cock to the hilt. She didn’t have time to register the full penetration before he pulled out and slammed back in. Harder. Faster. Harder. She thought she would break in two. Each thrust pressed her into the bed and slapped their thighs together with a force that stung.
Carly’s orgasm and Saxon’s pounding body stole her breath. Her head thrashed from side to side as she gasped for air. Her hips bucked back to meet his plunge forward and hot cream rushed from her pussy and coated her thighs. His path made easy by the natural lubrication, Saxon’s thick length continued to hammer in and out. Long and forceful, every stroke drove her higher. His fingers played in the crack of her ass and when he probed the rosette of puckered muscle a second orgasm detonated.
With a scream that bounced off the walls and rang in her ears, Carly took him with her. He let loose a guttural cry and filled her with his seed. The jets of liquid struck the sensitive walls of her pussy as he fell on top of her. Crushed between Saxon’s heavy chest and the bed, she struggled to draw breath, struggled to stop the world from going black and get her mind around what feeling his cum meant.
Even with her mind fogged with the afterglow of incredible sex, Carly was afraid she knew exactly what it meant to feel those spurts of fluid inside her. The first words Saxon uttered only confirmed what her numb mind tried to decipher.
They’d had sex without a condom.
Five
“I’m sorry.” Saxon scrubbed his fingers through his hair for what had to be the hundredth time. “There’s no excuse I can give other than touching you short-circuits my brain.”
He’d been apologizing for the last two hours. From right after he left her lush body, right through their shared meal and now when they couldn’t put another bite in their mouths and they were slumped in the bed, he was still apologizing. Carly insisted it was okay, that even though she wasn’t on the pill it was a safe time of the month and she had a clean bill of health. Her having a disease had never entered his head. Her tummy, round with his baby had.
Now he couldn’t think of anything else. That wasn’t good. He wanted her but getting her pregnant wasn’t the way to win her over even if it was suddenly the only thing on his mind. The thought of Carly carrying his child appealed to him more than it should. Sure he’d been planning to keep her in his bed but he’d never entertained the thought of forever. If she was going to have his baby then it would mean a permanent commitment. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
This sudden traditional streak surprised him. Almost as much as the lack of fear he felt at the thought of forever with Carly. In the past when a woman got clingy or hinted at a more solid relationship, he’d extricated himself from the union as quickly as possible, the fear of what that next step meant all but choking him. So why wasn’t he feeling that way now? And why was he the one thinking about it first? Wasn’t it just women who got all starry-eyed about love and babies after sex?
He didn’t know for sure she wasn’t on the same page as him but he doubted it. She’d barely blinked when he told her he hadn’t used a condom. Where he had been shocked and enthralled by his first experience of being naked inside a woman, Carly had been blasé and unconcerned. The slick slide of his skin on hers had blown his mind. The heat so much more intense, the slippery grip of her muscles more pleasurable. And the orgasm that followed took more than his breath; it took a little piece of his soul and made him want to do it again and again.