by M. S. Parker
She cried out when I took a nipple between my lips, then cursed as I sucked on it hard. I swirled my tongue around the wrinkled flesh before gently taking it between my teeth. Air hissed from between her teeth, the tension in her body telling me when to stop applying pressure. My cock rubbed against her belly, testing my own control. I moved to her other breast as I slid my hand down between her legs to tease at her clit until she was right on the edge again.
“Please, X, let me come,” she pleaded. “Please, I need it.”
“Not until I'm inside you,” I said, settling back on my knees. “Once I'm sheathed in that tight cunt of yours, then you can come as much as you want.”
“Bastard,” she muttered.
I chuckled, running my hands over her breasts and then down her waist to her hips. “Just for that, we're going to see how much you can take.”
I wasn't sure how many times I used my mouth and fingers to get her right up to the point of climax before denying her release. I did know that she started cursing me by the second time and was practically sobbing by the fifth.
Finally, when I couldn't take it anymore, I untied her arms and legs before pulling off the blindfold. Like a good Sub, she stayed where she was while I leaned over her. I could see how much she was holding back, how much she needed relief. I brushed my lips across hers.
“I meant what I said. As soon as I'm inside you, you can come as often as you want.” I wrapped my arms around her and rolled us so that she was on top of me. “But you're going to do the work.”
Her eyes narrowed, but I could see that spark in them that told me she was going to make this count.
Fuck.
She put her hands on my chest and pushed herself up onto her knees so she was straddling my waist. Her palms skimmed over me, one on scar tissue, one on regular skin, each sensation different. She kept her eyes locked with mine as she reached underneath her and wrapped her fingers around my cock.
“No teasing,” I ordered between gritted teeth.
She gave me a mischievous little smile that said she'd been thinking of doing just that. When the head of my dick brushed against her entrance, we both shivered. It didn't matter how many times we had sex, it was always like this. Like coming home.
She lowered herself slowly, letting us both feel every inch. Her pussy gripped me tight, stretching to mold itself around me, like we'd been made to fit together. I didn't care if it was cliché or even just wishful thinking. I believed it and I knew she did too. That was all that mattered.
She started coming when I was only half-way inside, her muscles contracting around me until I was fighting not to lose it. She writhed on top of me, dropping down the rest of the way without warning. We both cried out as I hit the end of her, and I dug my fingers into her hips. I squeezed my eyes closed, trying to think of something, anything, that would keep me from coming. I wanted her to get off at least one more time before I did.
I didn't open my eyes again until the tension in her body eased, and only the small after-tremors of her climax remained. My eyes and hers met, and she began to ride me. Up and down, back and forth, every motion making her breasts sway. She leaned forward, grinding her clit down against me until she came again, then leaned back so I could watch the pleasure course through her body. Over and over, she drove herself to orgasm, each tightening of her pussy shoving me that much closer to my own release.
When I knew I was close, I sat up, wrapping my arm around her waist. Her nipples pressed against my chest and I took her mouth, ravaging it as I drove up into her. I swallowed every whimper, teeth worrying at her lip until I felt her shudder against me. I followed a few seconds later, groaning her name as I came.
“I love you,” she whispered against my ear.
“Love you too.” I could barely manage the words as the two of us slumped down on the bed.
She was half-asleep by the time I had enough strength to get up and head into the bathroom. Once I'd cleaned us both up and crawled under the covers, I expected her to be completely gone. At least neither of us would have difficulty getting to sleep tonight.
Except she was still awake. She snuggled back against me and I wrapped my arms around her.
“When we get back from our honeymoon, we'll need to do something with those boxes in the room next to us.” Her voice was tired but still coherent.
“Okay.” I was confused. We'd brought some of Father O'Toole's things with us, but I hadn't decided yet what I wanted to do with them.
“Unless you want to give up the office.”
I propped myself up on my elbow and reached down to turn Nori's face toward me. “What's going on?”
She gave me a strange smile. “You know how they say the only one hundred percent form of birth control is abstinence?”
I stared at her. There was no way I was going to guess on this one. I needed her to say it. Needed to know for certain.
“Well, let's just say, it's a good thing we're getting married tomorrow instead of in a couple months,” she said. “Because my dress wouldn't fit.”
“Nori?” My hand slid down to her belly.
“Surprise,” she said. “I got the call from the doctor just after dinner.” A concerned expression filled her face. “Are you okay with that? I mean, I know we'd talked about having kids, but never about right now.”
I cut off anything else she would've said by pressing my lips against hers. Then I rested my forehead on hers as my fingers started tracing patterns on her stomach.
“I love you,” I said. “And I love our baby.”
She reached up and put her hand on the scarred side of my face, a smile spreading across her own.
A baby.
I was going to be a father.
The realization made my chest tighten, but it wasn't anxiety or fear. Nori had shown me that I was a good man, that I could be better, and I knew that, with her at my side, I would be the best father any child could have. I wouldn't be perfect, but I'd sure as hell try.
Suddenly, I laughed.
“What is it?” Nori asked, her fingers still soothing my skin.
“I was just thinking,” I said. “If it's a girl, I'll need to buy a shotgun.”
She laughed as she snuggled closer to me. I heard her breathing slow and knew that, now that she'd told me her news, she was going to sleep. Me, I'd probably stay awake a bit longer. My life had changed so much in the last fifteen months, all of it leading to this point where everything was going to change again.
Come tomorrow, I would be a husband, ready to be a father. And the thought didn't scare me like it would have in the past. I was done living in the darkness. My future was right here in my arms, and I fully intended to embrace it, and never look back.
The End
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About the Author
M. S. Parker is a USA Today Bestselling author and the author of the Erotic Romance series, Club Privè and Chasing Perfection.
Living in Las Vegas, she enjoys sitting by the pool with her laptop writing on her next spicy romance.
Growing up all she wanted to be was a dancer, actor or author. So far only the latter has come true but M. S. Parker hasn’t retired her dancing shoes just yet. She is still waiting for the call for her to appear on Dancing With The Stars.
When M. S. isn't writing, she can usually be found reading– oops, scratch that! She is always writing.
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