Page 33 of The Firefighter's Angel
My words cut off with a groan as he slides into me with slow, devastating precision, his breath hot against my ear.
“Jesus,” he groans, holding me tight against the counter. “Three years and you still feel like fucking heaven.”
I push backward, pulling him deeper. His hands grip my hips like he never wants to let go. I bite my lip, arching into him, every nerve ending on fire.
“Fuck me, Daniel, please…” I whisper. And that’s all the urging he needs.
He slams into me in one hard, controlled thrust. I scream his name, pleasure shooting through me like thunder on a stormy day. He doesn’t relent, one deep thrust at a time, until I’m riding on the edge of my orgasm, begging him to make me come.
“Not yet, baby. Hold on for me a little longer,” he commands. He reaches around me to tug at my sensitive nipples, and I gasp at the dual sensations of pleasure and pain.
“Please, Daniel, I need—I’m so close…please.” I’m almost incoherent with pleasure, all my senses on fire.
He slams into me a few more times, whispering praise in my ear, how I’m so good for him, how he’ll always make me feel good, how my pleasure is his to give. And then, “Come for me, baby,” and immediately my walls are squeezing tight around him as I convulse on his cock, and we’re both falling, spiraling. I’m breathing hard, fighting to draw air into my lungs. And then he spins me around and seizes my mouth in a deep kiss, robbing me of breath all over again.
I don’t mind one bit. I could die now and I’d be the happiest woman to ever live.
Much later, after he’s pulled two more orgasms out of me and we’ve managed to get around to dinner, I’m wrapped cozily in his arms in a tub filled with warm water and scented flowers. Finally, I say the words that’ve been floating on the edge of my tongue all day.
“I’m pregnant.”
His body tenses against mine and for a moment, he doesn’t say anything. When he does, his voice is thick with emotion.
“What? Really?”
I reach for his hand beneath the water and slowly guide it to my belly.
His breath catches, his eyes going wide with childlike awe. “Cindy…”
“I found out yesterday,” I say, my heart thudding. “I wanted tonight to be extra special before I told you.”
He stares at me, stunned for a long moment, then leans in, kisses me slow and deep, hand still resting on my stomach.
“I didn’t think I could love you more,” he whispers against my lips. “But somehow I do.”
My throat tightens with emotion. “Same here. You’re already everything I ever needed.”
He grins, misty-eyed, brushing my hair back. “I’m gonna be a daddy,” he says, in awe.
“The best one ever,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss him again.
He pulls me against his chest, one arm cradling my head while the other holds me even closer. “I love you, Cindy. I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” I tell him, laughing and blinking back the tears pooling in my eyes.
Three years ago, I never would have dreamed that my life could be so full of life and love and laughter. That a pair of arms wrapped around me could make me feel so safe and so whole. That everything would turn out so…perfect.
~The End
