Page 77 of Cloud Nine Love

His lips moved from my neck back to my mouth as he claimed me in a passionate, spine-tingling kiss before resting his forehead against mine. Our labored breaths mingled as our eyes cast down, and we watched ourselves pleasuring one another. I lost myself in the rhythm of stroking him, loving the feel of his skin sliding against my palm as he grew larger and larger.

When I saw a bead of pre-come appear on his crown, I knew he was close. I doubled my efforts, trying to get him off, but before I could, the tip of his finger curled up and began to flick my G spot. A second later, my world exploded in shimmering pleasure. Tingles of bliss overwhelmed me as my inner muscles contracted around his digits.

As the climax tapered off, my knees buckled beneath me. I grabbed onto Remi’s shoulders as he scooped me up and stalked toward the bedroom. My arms wrapped around him, and I buried my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his masculine musky scent. If I could bathe in his aroma, I would. I wanted to absorb his essence on a cellular level.

Something shifted between us tonight. We’d passed the point of no return. There was no way I could go back to pretending there was nothing between us, which, looking back at my behavior, seemed silly now. I was his, and he was mine. We belonged together. I think part of me knew that the first time I saw him, which was why I got so scared. I needed control, and there was no controlling what we shared. It was untamable, undeniable, unexplainable love. It didn’t make sense, but we did. We made sense. And that’s all that mattered.

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REMI

“Sea otters hold each other’s paws while they sleep so they don’t drift apart.” ~ Tim Rhodes

My head was all over the place as I carried Taylor into the bedroom. I hadn’t planned on being as vulnerable as I’d been when I showed up at her door, but if that’s what it took for her to finally let me in, then it had been well worth it.

We reached her bed, and I lowered her down. The mattress dipped below her as she settled against the pillows. I was about to join her when I remembered something. Protection. I didn’t have any with me. I should have grabbed some on the way over, but the thought hadn’t even crossed my mind. This hadn’t been a booty call; I’d actually needed to talk to Taylor.

“What?” She asked, pushing up onto her forearms. “What is it?”

“Do you have condoms?”

She shook her head. “No. We used the ones I had.”

“I don’t either, but that’s okay. There’s a lot we can do without?—”

“I’m on the pill.”

I stared down at her, as my brain caught up with what her statement implied. “You are?”

She nodded as she bit her lower lip.

The idea of being inside of her, without any barrier, had my cock jumping with enthusiasm which, from the smile that spread on Taylor’s face as her eyes flicked down to my crotch, she didn’t miss. Her naked body spread out before me like the greatest temptation a man could ever face.

I’d never been a huge fan of condoms, but I had always used them, even in relationships, just for my own peace of mind, which had been an issue in all three of my long-term relationships. Jana, who I dated through my time in the military. Caty, who I dated my first few years in California. And Misty, who I’d been with for the past eight years.

All of my exes were on birth control and had suggested forgoing the use of condoms. I’d insisted on it. I’d seen what not one but two unplanned pregnancies had done to my mom. Even though I knew I’d do everything I could to support my child, the fact never escaped me that my own father had, and look where we still ended up.

But with Taylor, everything was different. I wanted her to be pregnant with my babies. If she got pregnant, it wouldn’t be unexpected, only highly anticipated.

Slowly, like a lion stalking its prey, I crawled onto the bed and hovered above her. Her legs parted as my lips pressed to her neck. As I kissed her, her hands roamed over my back. I loved the way her nails raked over my shoulder blades. The sensation was soothing and erotic. My hips nestled into the junction of her thighs, with my cock cradled in the heat of her sex. Her seam pulsed against my shaft as I rolled my hips into her. Each time I slid easier against her sex, her arousal coated me as her hips tilted up, seeking relief.

Her throat vibrated beneath my lips as she whimpered with pleasure. Her hands fisted in my hair. My dick throbbed with pulsing urgency, demanding that I give both of us the satisfaction we craved.

Lifting up, I rested my weight on one forearm, then slid my other arm between our bodies. I took myself in my hand and pushed my balls, which were tight against my body, down in an attempt to buy us more time.

The last thing I wanted was for this encounter to be a one-pump-and-done situation. I wanted to linger in the intimacy of this moment. I wanted to freeze time and live in this connection for as long as possible.

I stared down at her, and her eyes fluttered open and met mine. Her lips parted, and her nails dug into my shoulders as I ran my engorged head along her slit. When I pressed just the tip in, I felt her body clamp down around me as she bit down on her lower lip.

Sweat broke out on the nape of my neck as pleasure whipped through me with an all-consuming intensity. Her opening pulsed as if it was trying to pull me deeper inside of her. I’d felt her body do the same thing before, but this time, there was no latex to dull the experience. It was just her skin against my skin. I slid another inch in and stilled as her tight, wet, canal enveloped me in its velvety grip. My balls tingled with unspent release, and I’d barely put it in two inches.

I quickly realized trying to make this first time without protection last was an exercise in futility. But damn, if I was going to blow my load before I’d even fully entered her. I had to decide if it was going to be a slow and steady wins the race or if I should just go full force.

Her warm breath fanned my face, and my impulse was to fuck her as hard as I possibly could, but I held back. I feared if I did, I’d lose the thin grasp of restraint I was clinging to. My forehead rested against hers as I moved my hand to her thigh and pulled her leg up to my waist. She gasped as her hips tilted up, and I pushed into her another inch.

She moved her arm, lifting it above her as her hand covered mine, which was resting on the top of her head. Her fingers threaded through mine as her back arched. The motion caused her breasts to flatten against my chest.

Slowly, I sank into her until my body was completely embedded. I stilled and her ankles hooked behind my back.

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