Chapter Eight
Beth moved her hips, trying to adjust to the pressure of having him inside of her. She was becoming anxious that she wouldn’t be able to take him. If she was struggling with two of his fingers, what was his cock going to be like?
“You’re close, baby. I want you to come for me.”
The wave of sensation became too strong to fight, so she gave in and screamed as the most intense feeling she’d ever had whipped through her.
“That’s it. A little bit more.”
Her body sagged against the mattress as she fought to calm her heart.
He moved up her, spread her legs with his, and pressed his cock against her slit. When had he taken off his boxers? She thought.
His elbows were on either side of her shoulders, keeping his weight off her. Then she felt the head of his cock start to push in. He’d only gone a few inches when she realized he didn’t have a condom on and grabbed his hips to stop him from going further.
“Wait, I’m not on birth control, Alastair.”
“Fuck.” His breath billowed out of his lungs as he rested his forehead against hers. “Babe, I’m clean. I need to feel your skin. At least this first time. We’ll get you on birth control tomorrow.”
“And what happens if I get pregnant?”
He snorted. “The same thing that is going to happen anyway. You’re mine, and you’re going to stay mine.”
She relaxed because she believed him.
“Fuck yes,” he said as he started pushing in again.
The burning got worse, and she didn’t know how much more she could take. “God, Alastair. It’s too much.”
“Sweetheart, just lie still for me. You can do that, can’t you? Because the last thing I want to do is hurt you.”
“I—”
“Trust me to take care of you.”
She exhaled and then nodded.
The toll it was taking on him was apparent to her, so she tried her best to relax as much as she could. He reached between them and pressed on her clit, instantly making an upsurge of desire rush through her. A wave of cream slid out of her, and that was all it took, and he was able to push the rest of his cock in and stay still.
“Damn, woman,” he said against her ear. “I’ve never felt anything this good in my life.”
Her hands roamed over his shoulders. The band inside of her tightened almost unbearably. “I need…”
“I know what you need,” he said and started thrusting.
His thrusts got faster and harder and seemed to touch deep inside of her. He hissed when she sank her nails into his back.
“Alastair,” she cried out. She was starting to panic because the pressure quickly turned into real pain.
“I know you need to come, don’t you?”
“Yes. Please.”
“Hang on to me, baby, because I’m going to ride you hard.” He rammed into her.
Lights flashed behind her eyelids, and the pressure suddenly snapped, throwing her over and making her scream.
“That’s it, keep coming.”
The echo of her scream blended with his deep groan filling the room.
They both lay in stunned silence as they worked to calm their breathing. She could feel the tremor in Alastair’s arms as he braced himself above her.
He finally rolled them until he was on his back, and she was draped over him with his cock still inside of her but softening. His hands roamed up and down her back and ass.
“Jesus Christ,” he said. “I think I about passed out.”
She lifted her head. “Is that good or bad?”
He snorted. “Both. Good because that means our fucking was sensational, but I don’t like the idea of passing out on you. One, because I’d smother you, and two, it would make me vulnerable, and I can’t protect you then.”
She pressed a kiss to his chest before resting on it. “Can I go to sleep?”
He chuckled. “I haven’t fed you.”
“I don’t care. I can’t move.”
Alastair tipped them to the side, making his cock slide out of her. He kissed her forehead. “Rest, and I’ll be right back.”
She nodded and closed her eyes. A feeling of wetness between her legs woke her. She looked down to see Alastair wiping their cum away.
“I can do that,” she said as she tried pushing his hands away.
“So can I. Now relax and let me take care of you.”
She sighed and relaxed her legs.
“Good girl.”
She woke up again when he pulled her up against his chest and covered them with a blanket.
“I better not find you on the sofa tonight, baby.”
She grinned. She knew that had driven him crazy. Every night, she would move to the sofa, and every night, he would pick her up and bring her back to the bed.
“Promise me,” he said.
“Okay. I promise.”
“You better be telling me the truth, or your ass will feel the flat of my hand.”
She looked at him over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes. “You wouldn’t dare.”
He laughed. “Oh, I dare and much more. I won’t hesitate to spank you.”
She couldn’t prevent the shiver that raced down her body, but she didn’t know if it was because she was anxious or it turned her on. She decided it was a little bit of both.
He chuckled. “Good night, sweetheart.”
“Good night.”