His mouth is suddenly all over me. My shirt gives way as he rips it down the center, still not taking his mouth from me as he moves down my body. He takes one of my nipples into his mouth, and I moan at the sensation. I can’t take the teasing. I want him inside me now. Months of kissing and soft touches have been a tease, and I’m more than ready.
“Now, Thomas. Please.” He looks up at me, searching my face.
“I’ve wanted this for so fucking long. I want to savor it.” I wiggle against him and watch him fight his own control. I’ve never seen that control challenged before, except with me. “Tell me you’re mine forever. That I can savor you for the rest of our lives and I’ll give it to you fast this time.”
I nod, and he moves faster than I thought possible. My sleep shorts are ripped from my legs in one swift movement, and his face is buried between my thighs. I almost come off the bed at the delicious feel of his warm tongue on me, but Thomas’s hands grip my thighs, firmly holding me in place.
“Major,” I moan, and his fingers dig in harder. “Major. I. Thomas. Please. Oh God.”
He growls against my clit, and I come undone. Pleasure shoots up my spine and explodes outward. I call out his name over and over again until his mouth is coming down onto mine, stopping me. I taste my pleasure on him, making the moment even more erotic.
His cock nudges against me, sliding back and forth against my clit, making me jerk. I’m still so sensitive from my orgasm. I’m coating him with my release, coating him with the pleasure he gave me.
It’s all his to take.
“This your first time, sweet girl? Never mind. I know it is. I know I’m your first everything. And your last. No way someone would walk away from you after they got a taste. Hell, I didn’t even get a taste before I knew I’d never be able to stop.”
My eyes sting at his sweet words. I don’t know if he realizes what it does to me when he says things like that. It makes me feel so wanted when my whole life I never thought anyone really cared about me.
“I love you, Alice,” he says as he thrusts inside me. It makes me cry out, but I don’t know if I do it because of the little sting of pain or because of his words. Tears slip free, and he kisses them, stopping them in their tracks. “You hear me, sweet girl? I love you.”
I nod, so shocked by emotion I can’t even speak. He brings his mouth to mine and slowly kisses me, but the feel of him inside me changes from a foreign sensation to something else. I wrap my arms around his neck and shift a little, wanting him to move. Our kiss becomes more aggressive as our needs start to surface.
I rock my hips, and he groans against my mouth before he breaks the kiss. “I’m not going to last. I’m shocked I made it this long.” His hand slides between us, and he starts to stroke me.
“Move,” I beg.
He grits his teeth, closing his eyes as a string of curses leaves his lips. “You’re going to kill me.”
I wrap my legs around him and try to wiggle more. He strokes me faster, and I feel my orgasm closing in. Finally he starts to move as he opens his eyes. “Sweet one, I need you to cum.”
I do as he says, and this orgasm is more intense than the last one. I cling to him, unable to control the pleasure as it takes me. I feel his warm release deep inside as he moans out my name. His words fill my ears, and suddenly I understand what all those love stories are about.
He rolls, taking me with him so I’m lying on top of him with my head under his chin. I’m resting on his chest as he wraps his arms around me, holding me close.
“I’ll never let you go.”
I think he means the words to come out sweet, like how he normally talks to me. He’s usually nothing but softness, as if he thinks I might spook and take off. But these sound different. I can hear an underlying threat. Possession.
“I don’t want to be let go. I just…” I don’t want to say Maggie’s name while I’m laying naked on top of him. I’m sure the last thing he wants to talk about right now is his own daughter while he is still inside me.
“Everything will be okay. I’ll always make things right for you.” He pets my back, and I don’t push the issue. It’s not something we should talk about. Not something I want to talk about right now either. It only makes me worry about losing both of them. And it makes me think about the woman he must have loved before me. Loved so much he hasn’t been with anyone for years.
I feel wetness coat my thighs, and it’s then I realize we forgot to use protection.
“I’m not on anything,” I whisper.
“Pretty sure you’re still on me.” He thrusts up again, and his hard cock makes me moan.
“I mean…”
“I know what you mean.” He keeps stroking my back. “If you’re worried about me being clean, I can assure you I am. It’s been…” He trails off and doesn’t finish. I know he doesn’t date. Well, at least not in front of Maggie. There has never been so much as a whisper from what she’s said. I shamelessly got that information from her one night.
It always makes me wonder if he’s still hung up on Maggie’s mom. No one knows what happened to her. Maybe she died and he’s spent all these years mourning her or something. It makes me wonder if I’ll always come second to the mystery woman he doesn’t talk about. Or maybe one day she’ll show up again…
I suddenly want to flee the room, but he only holds me tighter.
“It’s not that I don’t want to tell you, it’s that I really can’t remember. That’s how long it’s been,” he finally admits. I relax against him, feeling a little better at his words. The man is over fifteen years older than me and has a kid. I shouldn’t even be thinking about it.
He rolls me over and looks down at me. “I didn’t know it could feel like this.” He pulls out of me and thrusts back in. “Being skin to skin like this. Fuck.” He grunts and thrusts more, picking up a little speed. “Still don’t think I’m going to last long.” He pulls back and looks down at my naked body. It’s then I see he still has his boxers on, as if he can’t even take the time to kick them off.
“What about pregnancy?” I finally say around a moan.
“Hmm. Trying to make me cum already? Talking about you all round with my baby? Because that will do it.”
My eyes snap to his.
“I told you. I’ve never been skin to skin like this, and I’ll never put a condom on after this moment. Because I’ll never wear one with you, and you’re all I’ll ever want.”
I search his eyes. That doesn’t make any sense. He has a freaking kid. He must read my eyes.
“I promise you, Alice. I’d never lie to you. Ever.”
I reach up to touch his face, and he leans into my hand.
“You want me pregnant?”
“I want you for everything.” He leans in again, and I know he’s going to kiss me. We kiss like teenagers who can’t seem to get enough of making out. “Told you I was going to mark you so good everyone would know.