Page 70 of The Loneliest Number
My hands stroke the hair at his nape. Tears well in my eyes, taking me by surprise. I will them away. There’s just so much feeling, so much emotion, and my body doesn’t know how to deal with it. I hold on to him tightly, knowing I can rely on him to ground me. And a weight, I didn’t know was there, lifts from my shoulders.
This man wants to treasure me, and protect me, andloveme. Suddenly, that impatience I had been expecting earlier hits, and I need him inside me right this second.
My hands grasp at his shoulders, trying to tug him upwards.
“Hey, what’s the rush?”
“Please, Cameron, I need you. I need you now,” I urge.
He stands and lifts me as if I weigh nothing, cradling me with an arm while he sweeps the covers of the bed back, and then lowering me onto the mattress with such gentleness that those damn tears make a re-appearance.
I scuttle further back on the bed, making space for him to join me. He doesn’t keep me waiting, wedging a knee between my thighs as he looms over me, blocking out the light from above.
I open my legs as wide as possible, making room for him to settle between them. He holds his weight off of me with his forearms, but I wish he’d smother me with his whole body. I want to feel him everywhere.
“Hurry,” I beg. The warmth of his breath caresses my cheek as he chuckles at my rush.
“I’m not going anywhere, Abby. We’ve got all night.” His voice is smooth this time, and his accent still makes me shiver with pleasure.
“Please,” I plead.
“I need to get you ready. And I need to get a condom,” he says. “They’re in my pocket.”
“You don’t,” I whisper. He leans back, allowing more light in so I can see the bewilderment on his face. “I’m on contraception and both our test results have been clear.”
“I…” he stutters, that blank expression on his face that only shows up when his brain glitches.
“I need you inside me. I want all of you,” I tell him. “It doesn’t have to be tonight, but soon. We can get retested and go from there.” I pull back from my pushiness, not wanting to force him into something he doesn’t feel comfortable with.
“You’re certain?”
“Yes, but only if you are. I don’t want to pressure you.”
He doesn’t answer me with words, but in the way he settles his body closer to mine, the tip of his cock brushing at the apexof my thighs. His fingers find my swollen clit, pressing against it before dipping below to ease into my entrance. “Fuck, you’re already so wet,” he groans into my ear.
“I’m ready.” I lift my head to press my lips against the strained muscles in his neck. He grips the base of his cock and I sigh as he pushes inside.
My eyes flutter close so I can savour how good it is to have his hard cock slide deep inside me. He pushes his way in slowly, and I can’t help but clench around his naked shaft.
I’ve never had an unwrapped penis inside me. It’s a different sensation, velvet skin pressing firmly into my wet pussy.I’m glad it’s him and there’s no barrier between us.This is something I can give him. A part of me that no-one else has ever had.
He grunts as he bottoms out, and we both pause, drawing in breath. The rain still hammers down on the roof, like it’s keeping us in a cocoon.
I open my eyes, and he’s staring at me. He lowers his mouth to press a hard kiss against my lips.
“Mine.” It comes out as a growl, and my pussy floods with pleasure at the sound and the claim.
“Yes, I’m yours. Make me yours,” I tell him, lifting my legs to wrap them around his hips, changing the angle, and pushing him deeper.
He slides out all the way to the tip before pushing back inside. It’s tortuously slow to begin with, and I try to buck my hips to move things along. My hands are on his back and I slide them down to his arse, trying to urge him on.
But this man can be more stubborn than I am. He stays firm to whatever plan he has, at least until I stop trying to rush him. Finally, after more strokes of torment, he increases the pace.
“Yes,” I cry, pressing my mouth to the place where his neck meets his shoulder.
“You’ll take what I give you.” He rasps the words against my temple. “When I’m ready to give it to you.”
My rebellious side would have a ball with that statement, fighting him every inch of the way, but she’s not here right now. The woman lying below him, wrapped around him, is accepting of everything he wants to give her.She loves him.
