Page 83 of The Heart We Guard
Lick.
Suck.
“Nolan,” Greer cries, and her cunt bears down on my fingers. Squeezing and fluttering as she comes.
“Yeah, show me how good it feels, Greer,” I say while I continue to fuck her with my fingers, slowing my pace to help her ride it out and come down.
Finally, I remove them and trace them over her mouth before kissing her deeply. The taste of her between us is hot.
Kneeling, I reach to the side table and grab a condom. I’ve never brought a club girl home, but I’d be lying if there wasn’ta time or two that I’d picked up a woman in the bar in town. It takes me a moment to get the protection on. My cock is already soaked with precum from riding the fucking mattress like a teen. Once it’s on, I lie down on my side next to Greer.
I’m gonna have to do some research, because, suddenly, I’m worried about what positions might hurt her.
I tug her onto her side and pull her back to my chest, before pushing her top leg forward so I can access her pussy.
“You want this?” I whisper against her ear.
“Yes. I want all of it.”
“Gonna fucking kill me with answers like that.”
Reaching between us, I grab my cock and guide it to her entrance. The first brush of her flaming-hot pussy makes me gasp, an involuntary shudder rippling through my own body.
I line up my head with her pussy, and my hand shakes with impatience.
But, God, when I finally nudge into her that first inch, a feeling so intense I can’t bring words to it flows through me.
Blood pumps uncontrollably around my body. Pulsing at my temple, whooshing through my ears, and thumping in my chest.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Greer. The way you make me feel.”
Unable to wait, I thrust into her, and we both gasp.
My dick twitches so hard, I swear I’m about to come. And I have to close my eyes and focus on something other than how good she feels, to take the edge off.
I slide my arms around her, holding her tight as I breathe.
Nothing feels rushed or hurried. Greer’s hands slide over mine, linking our fingers.
Skin on skin, buried deep inside her, is my favorite place in the whole fucking world. I trail a hand down her thigh, holding it in place as I begin to move.
The scent of flowers hits me when I bury my head in her hair. My hips move, a steady thrust and withdraw as her body melts against mine.
It’s so much more than sex.
So much more than a fast fuck to relieve tension.
I place a hand over her flat stomach. Over the place where our child grows. There’s an intimacy and sensuousness that I’ve never felt before.
“God, I want this,” I mutter out loud.
“Nolan,” she cries. “I’m so close.”
She takes my hand and guides it between her legs, telling me without words what she needs, and I find her clit, hard and needy. I alternate circling and pinching it. But when I press two fingers down over it, Greer’s hips move as she grinds against me.
“Yeah, love. Come all over me.”
Greer moves her hand to cup the side of my face. It all feels like too much.
