He waited for her to look into his eyes. “I don’t want anything between us. Not here.”
She must have nodded or made some sound of agreement, because he fell on her with a loud groan, filling her with one deep, forceful stroke that stole her breath.
He leaned over her, his thick shaft stretching her almost to the point of pain. “I’ve never done this before. Bare Bronte,” he moaned. “That’s my new drug. I’m so deep, darlin’. Fuck, love, if you felt any better I would die.”
“I’m on the pill,” she managed to gasp, her neck arching as her body tried to adjust to the thickness of him. “We’re safe.”
He pinned her to the bed, her knee near her shoulder, unable to do anything but take the pounding pleasure he was determined to give. “What if we weren’t?”
“What?”
His breath was hot on her cheek and there was an edge to his voice. “I’m fucking your tight pussy bare, Mrs. Finn. You can’t know how many times I’ve taken myself in hand imagining how you’d feel. How hard I got at the thought of coming inside you, filling you up until you were dripping with it. With me.”
She moaned at his words, his thrusts coming harder. Faster. “William.”
“I need to claim it,” he rasped, his cheeks flushed with heat and desire. “You’ve been saving it for me and I need to mark it as mine. I wouldn’t care if you weren’t on the pill, Nightingale. I’ve imagined that too.”
That shouldn’t make her so hot. “Oh hell, you’re as kinky as your cousins, aren’t you? First the spanking and now you’re thinking about knocking me up.”
“You haven’t seen kinky yet, love.” He changed angles and thrust deeper, making them both moan out loud.
“Is it wrong for a man to admit he wouldn’t mind seeing his wife pregnant?” he asked, breathless with arousal. “Or maybe we should wait to bring it up until I’m older, so you won’t feel so dirty begging for my come.”
She whacked his arm, her body trembling as fire burned through her, building to an inferno. “Stop.”
“No! Wait! Don’t stop,” she shouted when he paused above her.
“Which is it, Nightingale?” His chest expanded, face almost feral as he waited for her reply. Oh God, she was so close. “You can only pick one.”
“Don’t stop.” She needed him. All of him. “Please, William.”
“Tell me what you want.”
For this not to be a fantasy.
Bronte’s eyelids fluttered but she struggled to keep them open, to look right into his. “Come inside me, William. Give me everything. I dare you.”
“God yes,” he groaned, the last of his hesitation disappearing at her words.
The bed started groaning with the force of his thrusts, headboard banging against the wall as she reached for something to hold onto. Anything.
William.
She could hear the noises she was making, daring him to take her harder, begging to be filled, speaking in lust-filled tongues, but she couldn’t find it in her to be embarrassed or shocked. He’d woken something up inside her and it was loud and greedy and fearless.
“I’m close,” he said almost angrily. “I want more but it’s too good. You’re squeezing me so tight, darlin’. You want it now, is that it? Too impatient to wait?”
“Yes,” she panted, close to sobbing it felt so good.
His fingers dropped to her clit again. “You first, Bronte. I want to feel you coming on my cock before I let go.”
As if it were a command she had to obey, Bronte’s body shook with a climax so powerful she almost blacked out.
William roared above her and a flood of warmth filled her as his thrusts lost their rhythm. Then he was begging and praying too, unintelligible words that were muffled against her breasts. She wrapped her arms around him until his large body stilled and shuddered.
What just happened?
Her experience was limited to teenage fumbling in backseats and post-prom hotel rooms for the most part, but she was willing to go out on a limb and bet that had gone on a record somewhere. Like an earthquake registered on the other side of the globe.
Seismic.
And he’d wanted to come inside her. Mark her. He’d made her beg for it.
She was a strong, black woman with a good head on her shoulders, but that was the sexiest thing she’d ever experienced.
“I think you won this round. I heard a bell ring.”
William lifted his head, his blue eyes lightening with suppressed laughter. “We’ll call it a draw since I’ve lost all feeling in my legs.”
They both chuckled and he rolled off of her, flopping onto his back. “I need a minute.”
“I’m impressed. I might need at least sixty.”
He raised himself up on his elbow and let his gaze roam the length of her. “That’s excessive, Mrs. Finn. Anything I can do to speed up that timeline?”