Mine To Keep (Love By Design 7) - Page 42

“I can’t hear you when you’re hiding from me, my sweet girl. Tell me what you want.” I pried her back and after a deep breath, she looked up into my face. Green eyes like fresh spring moss stared back.

She brought her fingers to her lips and bit her thumb nail. Her nerves were palpable, but I wasn’t going to let this go.

I nipped her lips, forcing her to let her thumb go and encouraged the words from her. “Talk to me, Remi.”

“Since we’re not being polite about it, I want you to fuck my pussy.” She panted, open mouthed, and her eyes glassy with need.

“Oh hell, Remington.” I was like a steel piston as we ground harder against each other. It would be a miracle if the baby didn’t wake up and

cockblock me. I loved the little guy, but in this moment I honestly needed him to stay the fuck asleep. Five, maybe ten minutes because I wasn’t going to last. The idea of pushing home between her thighs had me leaking in my boxer briefs, wanting to make a mini-me of us, binding her to me. I wished it had been me. I wished I had been there and that she had chosen me, but I was grateful to be with her now.

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Evan grinded his thick dick over the soft spot I thought died when I gave birth. Even in the shower on my own those few times I had more than five minutes to rinse off didn’t compare to the feel of his hands roaming my body. He rubbed against me expertly stoking the fire within me. I was hot with a need I didn’t know I had that desired to be fulfilled. My heart pounded and I felt like I was sweating from every pore in my body as he rubbed me down in another hot flash. Maybe post-baby sex was hotter; maybe it taking a while to acclimate was a myth bitter wives told new moms because their husbands couldn’t satisfy them. Creativity didn’t have to leave the bedroom once a little person was pushed out from between your legs.

That spot between my legs, which hadn’t seen a ton of action even before now, clenched tightly. Giving birth was the last thing I needed to be thinking about when Evan’s hand slipped under the waistband of my underwear. His fingers went on an exploratory hunt downtown. I didn’t own sexy panties anymore; cotton briefs covered my bottom, and they stretched nice and easy with Evan’s man paws digging down below. A single finger buffed against my clit, turning on a switch of desire in a leisurely exploration that made me wet and writhe in his arms. The heat between us felt like it jumped up twenty degrees with our breath mingling and panting out desire. Should I tell him to crank up the air conditioner because I was a burning hunk of love for this man right here, right now? I thought it best not to interrupt his work; after all, he was doing an excellent job of getting me off.

“Sweet girl.” The nickname was something he’d called me from the beginning, and he tasted my shoulder like a candy treat, nipping and biting the skin as his teeth grazed sharply against me.

“Oh shit.” I squealed when he pressed deeper, slipping his large blunt fingers between my legs, parting them, sliding against my soaked folds. He moved in and out, learning every bumpy ridge inside me. No one had ever taken such care and precision with learning me inside out. Only him. Only Evan.

“Evan.” My voice sounded like something outside my body, floating in a space where I was filled with pleasure, watching everything happening to me. His thumb added pressure to the top of my mound as a second finger pressed inside, stretching me and coating my lips in heat and soaked desire. My head fell back against the couch, and wild horses couldn’t have stopped me from running to him as my hips bucked in a rhythm he dictated.

Evan exhaled deeply, his voice low. “I want to be inside you.” I swallowed my breath, seeking some measure of sanity through the hazy passion he created between our twisted clothes. “I want to worship this pussy and claim every inch of you.” His mouth kissed me, inhaled me, activated something primal inside me I hadn’t thought existed.

He pulled my top up; the shirt stretched thin, resting under my arms and over my exposed bra, no fancy pretty lace, just thick padded cotton spandex. My breasts were full and aching, leaving my nipples to point painfully. His eyes never left mine, watching me intently. His pupils darkened as his head lowered, and he kissed first one and then the other. I should tell him to stop. Do I want him to stop? Not even the fears of postpartum bodily function surprises hindered either of us. I was still breastfeeding Ethan. This should be weird, shouldn’t it? My mind was having trouble reconciling the two distinct functions of my adult body craving this man like my next breath of air.

His hands, calloused and rough, cupped me with tenderness, slow and teasing. My brain splintered between fantasy and reality. I wanted this, but I doubted myself.

As I pushed against his shoulder, our eyes locked when he spoke. “Remi, I’ve been with you every step of the way; none of this is weird for me. I love you, sweet girl.” His hands caressed me. Calmed me. Sensing my apprehension, he kissed me, tracing his tongue around each nipple, but refrained from sucking them to my relief. I wasn’t nearly ready for that; as it was, I was terrified my body would betray me and do something embarrassing. Evan kissed each nipple, his eyes a piercing gaze on my face before he covered them back up and moved north to my neck and safer territory. His wet tongue kept on tasting me and distracted me to the point I almost didn’t care and wished he would do it anyway.

“Come on.” He lifted up and pulled me with him. Our clothes couldn’t be more mused if we tried as he led me not into my room but into his. I hadn’t seen much of it before today, except for the first day when he gave me a tour of the house. I was too rattled then to remember the navy blue comforter and pale blue walls surrounding me. I thought leaving the basket of folded laundry at his door was safer, but I was wrong. This room was all Evan. Big bed, masculine décor, and a scent I only associated with him.

“You okay, sweet girl?” He stood behind me, an arm around my waist, pulling me against his back. Heat covered me from my shoulders down my back and the curve of my ass he was kneading. I turned in his embrace as he walked me to the edge of his bed.

“Y-yeah.” And surprisingly I was. I sank down on the bed, leaving me eye level with Evan’s torso. The band of his sweatpants taunted me. My fingers reached out and tugged him a step closer by the elastic and he grunted, following my lead.

“Easy.” He reached for his shirt pulling it up and off his body. His perfect and muscular body. Evan wasn’t overly ripped like Ryder was in an athletic football god way, and I squeezed my eyes shut to block out his image. Ryder West had no place in this bedroom, this house, or my life. Evan’s strength was in his protectiveness, kindness, and a host of things my past could never achieve.

I leaned forward and kissed the exposed skin of his lean stomach, which fluttered under my lips. I glanced up at him. His blues eyes looked like the pupils were blown and saturated with a desire I felt in my core. His hands ran down over my head and shoulders, kneading them, putting a goddess-like confidence in them as I smiled.

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Remi’s small hands got busy slowly pulling my sweatpants down, releasing the pressure on my straining dick. Weeks of trying to contain this bad boy, and I’m finally letting him out. I watched her swallow nervously and lick her top lip in concentration with her pink tongue. Those same lips that caressed my lower abs in a sinful taste that felt like fire. Had any other woman looked me over with such appreciation and concentration before? I hadn’t noticed but with Remi, I seemed to notice every little detail.

“Need help down there?” All joking aside, she shook her head no and seemed to rally her gumption because she grabbed my sweatpants and boxer briefs. She lifted them up enough to pull down over my cock and past my upper thighs. Now she had the upper hand with my legs trapped in jersey cotton.

“Can I?” Her face tilted upward looking me over, and this time I was struck with silence. She was so beautiful I ached, clenching my jaw over her innocent sweetness. I ran a tongue inside my mouth and caught it on my new crown, reminding me she was also a little dangerous to my state of being. Funny, because I didn’t really mind that either. There was no bullet proof vest capable of protecting my heart from this girl. She was my kryptonite and the bloody stake to my heart all in one. Her eyes pierced me fast and hard. There was no dodging the well of emotion I felt for her.

“Anything you want, Remington.” I leaned down to kiss her soft lips and run my hands into her fiery hair. Her eyes fluttered closed before she angled her head back to the task at hand, literally.

With infinite slowness that made my cock drip with desire for her, she rubbed a finger over the top, smearing the juice over the tip. I watched her eyes round as if she’d never done this before, touched a man in this way. I was so awed by her genuine enthusiasm that I didn’t care if she’d done it a hund

red times before because her reverence in the act made me feel like the only one. I vowed from that moment forward, I would be the only one. Her nail, a pale pink color that matched the blush covering her chest, ran over the vein with agonizing slowness. I couldn’t stop the involuntary jerk forward in my body. The softness of her hand left me in a drugged stupor to feel her circle my dick in her palm. In a word, it was the most exquisite feeling I ever felt, and I didn’t care if that made me less of a man. She could ask me for anything, and I would give it to her.

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