by Roz Lee
“Fallon, I. . . can’t,” A primal scream erupted from his throat. Hot cum shot down her throat. She swallowed it, and then reached up to pry his fingers out of her hair.
“If you keep that up I won’t have any hair left.”
He stared in horror at his fingers. Strands of white blonde hair clung to his sweaty fingers. “Fallon, oh God, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, Richard.” She rocked back on her heels, her hands on his thighs. “I was going to say this before I unlocked you, but it looked like you were headed for a medical emergency. Now that we’ve temporarily solved that problem, I’m going to have my say.”
He covered her hands with his. “Okay.” Whatever you want, just tell me. He was all ready hard again. With or without her, he was a dead man.
“I love you, Richard. I fell in love with you the day you brought that cheap bimbo to my office. I wanted to kill you, but I loved you anyway.”
“You love me?” That can’t be right. No, surely not. She took the ropes off. Hope welled up inside him, but he squashed it down. Two years. He’d dreamed of hearing those words for two years, but it couldn’t be that simple, could it?
“I do. I can’t believe you did this to yourself for me.” She caressed his erection and he had to concentrate on what she was saying. “It wasn’t necessary, but I’m beyond flattered that you wanted to prove your love to me. I haven’t been with anyone else, Richard. No one, not since I boarded the Lothario. You’ll have to take my word on it, no chastity belt to prove it.”
The wall of doubt crumbled and with it, any shred of control he had left. “Thank God.” He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to her feet. His mouth came down over hers, claiming her, branding her. Her arms came around his neck, her fingers splayed into his short-cropped hair, and she returned his kiss, claiming and branding in equal measure.
He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Without breaking the kiss, he walked her to the wall and pressed her up against it. In moments, he was buried to the hilt in her welcoming body. He dragged his lips away from hers and pressed his forehead against the wall next to her. He fought for control and found none.
“I can’t stop, sweetheart. No condom.” He swallowed hard and squeezed his eyes shut against the need to fuck her into oblivion. “Right now, I don’t care if you get pregnant. I. . . . ”
“Richard. Fuck me.”
“Not gentle. . . not this time.”
“No, not this time.”
She ground against him and he lost all semblance of civilized control. It was more than he had ever dreamed it would be, and he’d dreamt it thousands of times. Her tight channel felt like home. She fit perfectly, and she was so damned wet. He pumped into her and she met him thrust for thrust. Her hard nipples against his chest drove him mad. Next time. Next time he’d give them the attention they deserved, but now. . . now everything he had was focused on his cock and the fact it was buried inside the woman he loved. Heaven.
His hands held her sweet ass, lifted her so she rode him as much as he rode her. He wanted her ass. He wanted her, every inch of her, and he was going to have her.
“Mine,” he growled. His lips found her shoulder, her neck, her jaw, before settling on her lips. Her fingers in his hair scorched him.
“Now, sweetheart. Now.” His balls tightened. With one hand on her ass for support, he reached between them and found her pearl. His fingers slid over the sensitive nub, slick with her juices.
Fallon gasped and he pressed her harder against the wall. Her hips pistoned against him and she spiraled out of control. He let go of the thin thread of restraint and pounded into her. Her spasms massaged his cock until he too spiraled off into an alternate existence. He was vaguely aware of sounds leaving his mouth, words maybe, he couldn’t be sure.
He held her as they both filled their lungs with much needed oxygen. “I don’t want to leave you,” he mumbled the words against her ear.
“I don’t want you to.”
“I’m still hard. I need you again.”
“Yes.” A whisper against his chest.
“Hold on, sweetheart. I’m going to see if I can make it to the other side of the room. There’s a mat. . . . ” She tightened her arms around his neck and locked her ankles around his waist, all the confirmation he needed. He nudged the mat with his foot and lowered her to it as if she was spun glass.
“Again.”
“Again,” she rocked her hips to meet his gentle thrust.
“Condom?” he asked.
“No, don’t leave me.”
* * * * *
Fallon melted against the plastic covered mat. Richard made love to her, slow and sweet, like she’d dreamed of for so long. His magnificent cock filled her, completed her. That first, frenzied coupling had been mind blowing. When he’d unloaded inside her, she’d felt her woman’s power, knew what it was to be female. She’d thought nothing could be more beautiful than being the recipient of her mate’s life giving essence.
Now, with Richard buried inside her, stroking her from the inside out, touching her heart every time his cock nudged her womb, she knew what it was to love and be loved. A white-hot flame, fueled by their love, grew inside her.
His hands, his lips, were an extension of his cock. Every touch, every kiss, every heated slide along her channel, told her how much he loved her. She gave as much as she received. She touched and tasted every inch of skin within reach. She learned his scent, the taste of his skin, the landscape of taunt muscles under satin flesh. Hers.
She let the sweet tension build, savored the slow climb to the peak, and when she reached the summit and he spilled his love inside her a second time, she felt as if she glowed from within.
There was nothing for me to teach him. He did a fine job on his own, with me providing the narrative for his partner’s benefit, I supposed. If she only knew his mouth was on her, but his eyes were on me. I should have moved to stand behind him. I felt every suck, every pass of his tongue on her swollen flesh, as if it was me lying exposed to him. The look in his eyes told me he imagined the same thing. The ache between my legs was almost more than I could bear.
From the file labeled, 'Subject M5, Richard Wolfe'
Chapter Twelve
She was an addiction. The more he had of her, the more he needed. Richard eased off her and pulled her against him. Her languorous body flowed over his like water over river rock. Everything about her was soft where he was hard. He’d had her twice in the last hour, and it wasn’t enough. Fallon shifted. Between the stingy cushioning of the mat they lay on, and his body, he knew she was trying to get comfortable.
“Tired?” His fingers stroked from the small of her back to her shoulder blades, as far as he could go without disturbing her.
“Hmm.”
He closed his eyes and savored the feel of holding her in his arms. In a few minutes, her breathing evened out and her body, relaxed in sleep, molded against him. It was enough for now, to hold her while she slept, to drink in the windswept scent of her hair as he cradled her head on his shoulder. Her skin was cool satin beneath his fingers. Every feminine curve of her body fit perfectly into the rugged landscape of his. Nothing had ever felt this right.
A little drop of drool trickled onto his heated skin and he squelched the laugh that bubbled up from deep inside. Even that was cute as hell. He was well and truly down for the count, and it was exactly where he wanted to be. He’d taken her twice without protection. That alone should have panicked him, but as he examined the situation, a quiet calm settled over him. If she was pregnant, then so be it. He wanted children with her, maybe not this soon, but one day. If it happened, he wouldn’t be sorry. An image of Fallon, swollen with his child, flitted through his mind and his cock proved it was up to the task. Damn, would he ever get enough of her?
No. The answer came simultaneous with the question. Never. The moment he’d buried his cock in her body, he’d known what coming home felt like. Some animals mated for life, and h
e supposed he was one of them. He’d been with lots of women, more than he could name or count, but the feeling he had when he was joined with Fallon was like no other. The old cliché rang true. Two shall become one. She was the other half of him, and when he was buried deep inside her, it was as if he absorbed her into himself, and he was a better man because of it.
She was a drug. His drug, and he was terminally addicted.
* * * * *
Fallon dreamed of Richard, again, only this time it seemed so real. Her body ached where he’d been, deep inside her. Every muscle in her body felt stiff and well used, as if she’d had wild, unbridled sex. Slowly, her mind drifted up from the well of sleep and reached out to her surroundings. Her back was cold, but where her front conformed to a solid shape, she was warm. It all came back to her, the hour or more of crazy sex. With Richard.
She didn’t need to open her eyes to see that it was him she was draped over, and that he had fallen asleep too. Now she realized the ache within wasn’t from their lovemaking, but from the lack of it. For those few minutes when he’d been inside her, she’d been whole. She allowed her mind to remember, as her body did. The moment he’d filled her for the first time, she knew, as certainly as the moon pulled the ocean tides, her future depended on Richard. She needed him as much as she needed life giving elements.
Even draped over him, she felt empty and lonely. It wasn’t close enough. She needed to feel him inside her. Her body fed off his. He gave her life, gave her a reason to breathe. She stifled a laugh. Was it possible to go through life connected to a man that way? An image of the two of them, connected at the groin, trying to walk together, made her smile.
“What’s so funny?”
“You’re awake.”
His fingers drew lazy circles on the small of her back. “So are you.”
“I was just wondering if it was possible to spend the rest of my life with your cock inside me.” She rose up on her elbow as she spoke. Richard arched an eyebrow at her question.
“I’m game if you are.” He pulled her over him and settled her so she straddled his hips. His erection nudged at her swollen pussy.
“Again?”
“Always.” He lifted her by the hips and positioned the head of his cock at her opening. “Ride me, sweetheart.”
Fallon inched down, taking him inside her in tiny increments. It was like eating her favorite chocolate dessert. She swallowed him slowly, the sensitive muscles of her channel registering the delicious treat as he filled her. “Aaaah.” The sound escaped on a ragged breath. “You feel so good. I want to stay like this forever.” Her hands glided over his smooth chest and she marveled at the muscles below the surface. “Can’t we stay like this forever?”
“We can try. Siamese twins, joined at the genitals?” His eyes twinkled with amusement and a laugh rumbled through his chest.
The laugh vibrated along his shaft and to her core. “Oh God, that feels good. Who knew there was such a thing as laugh fucking? Do it again,” she begged. He bucked his hips, driving himself even deeper inside her and letting out a giant laugh at the same time. She felt dizzy with the sensation. Everything he felt, she felt, everything he was, she took inside herself.
His big hands on her ass established the tempo, and when his hands moved to her breasts to pinch and tweak her nipples, she kept the rhythm herself, lifting her hips, then sinking down on his shaft. Every stroke felt as if he gave her more of himself than he had before. She drank it all in, absorbed it into herself. When he pressed his thumb against her clit and propelled her past the pleasure barrier, it was bittersweet. It was glorious and yet, she would never get enough.
Richard arched off the mat and wrapped his arms around her. He buried his face between her breasts and with one last thrust of his hips, he filled her channel with his essence. Fallon closed her arms around his head, and held him tight against her. She ground her pelvis against his. Closer, she needed to be closer. Why couldn’t two bodies morph into one? For that brief, timeless moment, they functioned as one body.
Tears spilled from her eyes and her body shook with the physical letdown after such intense emotion. Richard loosened his hold and turned so he could see her face. “You’re crying? Did I hurt you?”
“No. God, no.” She didn’t know how to explain it. Maybe it was an accumulation of the years waiting for him, wanting him, knowing in her heart he was the one. And then the sudden, intense fulfillment of the dream. Whatever it was, she couldn’t stop crying. “No, never that. . . I. . . I don’t know what it is,” she sobbed.
He wrapped her in his arms again and gently lay back on the mat, pulling her down with him. “I know, sweetheart. I feel it too. It’s a lot to take in all at once.” His heart beat steady against her cheek and she let the emotion flow in rivers from her eyes.
“I love. . . . ” She hiccuped. “ I love you.”
His hands caressed every inch he could reach. “I love you, too. Let it all out, sweetheart. I’m here for you.”
He continued to murmur soothing words, nonsense peppered with declarations of his love. Eventually, the well of tears ran dry and she lay over him, absorbing his heat. “You’re still inside me.”
“Uh huh. Is that a problem?”
“No. If I wasn’t starving, I’d stay right here for the rest of my life.”
He moved his hips. The slight slide in and out made her gasp.
“You’re hard again.”
“Not again, still. You’re going to be the death of me. Can a guy die from a boner?”
“No, I don’t think so. Maybe you should see a doctor though,” she teased.
“You’re the only doctor I want to see. I’ll never get enough of fucking you, Dr. Enright.” He punctuated the statement with another slide of his cock.
“One more time, Mr. Wolfe, then we have to have food and water or we might die of dehydration.”
“Let’s make it a good one, then.”
* * * * *
“I can’t wait to get in the shower.” Fallon leaned against the doorjamb while Richard slid the keycard to open her cabin door. After everything they’d done, she felt as loose-limbed as a puppet. Every step, every movement required focus and a conscious decision.
Richard opened the door and pushed Fallon in ahead of him. His hands circled her waist, halting her progress. The door snicked shut behind them and Richard closed the distance between them. His lips found the spot on her nape guaranteed to make her knees buckle. “Aaahh. . . . ” The sigh escaped as desire hit her hard and fast. Her knees gave way and she sagged against the solid wall of muscle behind her.
“I want you.” His lips and tongue nuzzled behind her right ear.
“Richard.”
“Yes?” He flexed his hips and his erection ground against the small of her back.
“Don’t you have things to do?”
“Maybe. I don’t care.” One hand slid inside her sarong to cover her breast. Her nipple responded and her eyelids dropped.
“Shower.”
He took her one word for an invitation. Somehow, he propelled them to the miniature bathroom and within a few seconds, their sarongs landed on the floor and the two of them squeezed into the shower stall. Richard shielded her from the spray until he’d adjusted the temperature, then he switched places with her so warm water massaged her shoulders and sluiced down her back.
“God, you are beautiful.”
Richard’s hands glided over her wet skin. His eyes followed the path of his hands. Fallon closed her eyes, shutting out everything but the feel of his hands on her body. He’d never touched her with such reverence, as if he was truly seeing her for the first time, as if he had forever to explore. When his hands cupped her breasts as if they were fragile orbs, she thought she might die.
“Beautiful.” Richard brushed his thumbs over her nipples and they grew painfully hard. He shifted. His hair brushed against her chest a millisecond before his lips closed over her left nipple.
“Ohhh.” Fallon collapsed
against him, cradling his head in her hands, holding him to her breast. “Oh God, Richard.” He took her extra weight, slipping one hand beneath her ass as the other sought purchase behind him. He fell back against the opposite wall, but his mouth never left her breast. When he’d braced himself, his free hand returned to her other breast.
Fallon held Richard to her breast and did her best to press the rest of her body against his. Her legs parted over one of his thighs. He lifted his leg so she rode the thick muscles. Her pussy slid over wet skin and the crisp hairs on his leg teased her clit.
“Richard,” she begged, dragging in a lungful of steam-laden air.
He hummed against her breast and flexed his leg, driving hard against her core. His mouth left her breast and his hands found her rounded cheeks, spreading her and supporting her at the same time. “Ride it out, sweetheart.”
Fallon arched her back so her breasts brushed against his chest.
“That’s it, reach for it.” She slid along his leg, mindless now, seeking the release she knew was near.
It hit her hard and fast. Richard lifted her and turned them so her back pressed against the side wall of the shower, and held her there until her tremors subsided. “You are magnificent.” He kissed her then, slow and sweet and so unlike any kiss they’d shared before that she wanted to cry with the beauty of it. His palms bracketed her face, his thumbs swept feather light across her cheekbones.
At last, Richard ended it. He held her upright with one hand and filled his free hand with liquid soap from the dispenser on the wall. Fallon floated in a sensual haze as he spread the spring-scented lather over her skin. His touch was tender, his ministrations reverent. Her heart filled with love and threatened to burst with it.
“I need you.” His words whispered across her consciousness as he nudged her legs apart and entered her. Her body accepted him easily and her arms curled around his neck as she gave herself to him, body and soul.