But I needed him. I needed his touch.
I dragged my shirt overhead to bare myself to him.
When he saw me, naked, and let out a long, low hiss that hit me in places he was technically already hitting with another part of his anatomy, I reached down, grabbed his hands and dragged them to my breasts.
The moan he released quickened something inside me, and then he reared up. But he didn’t scare me. His mouth came to my nipples and he devoured them as he gripped my hips and began to urge me to move.
And move I did.
I was tired and already sore from how I’d tormented us, but this? It was worth the slight discomfort.
I could feel him deep inside me, could feel him on me and next to me, and it let me fling my head back and just enjoy the moment. He reached between us and began to touch my clit and the pleasure that speared through me was so close to painful that I started to sob. The sounds had him stiffening, but I reached for him too, holding his hand to my pussy to keep him in place.
As he wrenched the orgasm from me, he let out a loud roar that hurt my eardrums. I could feel him, deep inside, throbbing and pulsing, filling me with his cum.
It was so right.
So, so right.
Even as the pleasure cascaded through my senses with the power of fireworks fizzing through my veins, I felt him slump back and bring me with him.
As we both let the heights of our climax fade, as we settled into one another, I had to murmur, “You’re in the wet spot.”
He snorted. “I can cope.”
He reached for my hand again, bridging his fingers with mine as he whispered, “You’re not on the pill, are you?”
I stiffened, shook my head. “No. Shit.” I tried to sit up but he made a soothing sound, and with his free hand, rubbed it soothingly along my spine. “No need to fret.”
“I can take the morning after pill.”
“No,” he said, his words a low rumble. “We’ll use something from now on, but if this bears fruit?” He chuckled. “I’d say that would be pretty fucking perfect.”
For a second, I stilled, astonished by his words.
Did he realize what he’d just said?
That he thought this would have a perfect ending if I turned up pregnant?
Shit, why hadn’t I been thinking about stuff like that? With my past, you’d have thought I would. But waking up with his cock nudging my ass had just blown my brains because I hadn’t been scared. And I’d been running scared for so long, that the lack of fear had been like the best high imaginable.
I hadn’t been thinking.
For once, in too long, I’d been feeling.
But, did I want a baby?
A shaky sigh escaped me.
This man’s baby?
Yeah.
I did.
And what the hell that meant I didn’t know. But as he wasn’t freaking out about it—wasn’t dragging us up and about to get dressed so he could take me to a clinic—I couldn’t freak out either.
We lay there, drowsily sated, just resting and relaxing, being.