Page 73 of His Wild Storm
“Haven,” Knox groans, his sleep rumpled voice more of a breath than anything else.
His hand starts at my hip and slides up my ribcage until he’s cupping my breast. His fingers find my nipple and pinches, his movements decisive. It’s as if he’s mapped out my body and memorized it perfectly. Knowing him, he probably has.
Before my next heartbeat, he lets go of my breast and reaches down to grip my knee so he can pull my leg up and back over his hip. The tip of his hard cock is at my entrance and he’s plunging inside of me, filling my pussy with every inch of him with a punch of his hips.
I gasp and reach for his arm, my fingers digging in to attempt to ground me. If I don’t, I’m liable to float away, adrift on pleasure and the love this man surrounds me with.
“Good morning,” he rasps, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear.
The contact makes me shiver while I move my hips to give him a better angle as he starts to move. There’s something different about the way he is fucking me today. It’s more, deeper.
Our bodies find a rhythm, moving together, but there’s a softness there. It’s almost like we’re not chasing our pleasure but are basking in how good it feels right now, before, as we climb. It’s beautiful, and overwhelming. Tears fill my eyes, but I blink them away and squeeze my eyes shut.
If a few tears escape as I do, no one really needs to know about it.
“Knox,” I whisper, our voices locked within the bubble of our love.
He kisses up and down my neck, the hair of his beard brushing against my skin and making me feel electrified.
Can he feel this? This connection.
“Every time I’m inside of you, it feels better and better,” his voice is husky and thick. “I never want to pull out.” He nuzzles my neck, his words muffled, “Can I just live inside of you?”
I huff out a small laugh, the pleasure coursing through my body not allowing it to be much more than that. “We wouldn’t get anything done,” I point out, the words coming out as more of a moan than I intend.
His hips start to move a little faster and harder every time he fills me. “Damn glad to wake up wrapped around your naked body, little storm,” he growls. “Much easier to slide right inside of your tight pussy.”
My walls clench around him, his words ramping up my desire and need for him. He lets out a sound from the back of his throat while his chest vibrates against my back. The way his fingers tighten on my knee tells me he’s close to losing control.
When his other hand slides underneath my body and around my hip, he goes straight for my clit. My back arches and his teeth scrape along my shoulder in warning.
I push back to meet his thrusts, trying to spur him on to give me more.
“Please,” I beg, shameless in my need for him.
“I’ve got you, little storm,” he grits out through his teeth.
Knox starts to piston in and out of me, forcing me closer and closer to the edge. Pleasure coils in my gut, tightening with every stroke and making my eyes roll back in my head. As he grunts every time he’s buried balls deep inside of me, I chant his name under my breath and get louder with every thrust.
I’m delirious with how good it feels, my breathing erratic and my heart pounding in my chest. “Need you to fill me with your cum,” the words which slip past my lips come from a place deep in my soul.
The thought of being pregnant with Knox’s baby does something to me. Chains I didn’t realize were still holding my dreams hostage fall away. I want it. I’m aching for it, for him, for our family, for our future.
The humming sound that comes from deep in Knox’s chest, which sounds a lot like approval, makes me wonder if he can feel my fears and doubts fall away completely. I don’t get the chance to think too long about it because Knox pinches my clit.
With that action, he shoves me right over the edge. I fall into bliss, knowing he’ll catch me. Always. As I’m lost in my orgasm, I distantly hear Knox murmur words of love as he fills me with his cock and his cum. I squeeze him, the clenching of my pussy walls is rhythmic as the last of my orgasm starts to fade.
We lay wrapped up in each other with Knox’s cock lodged inside of me, until our breathing has long since gone back to normal.
“I never want to wake up and not have you next to me in bed,” his voice is thick with emotion.
When I glance over my shoulder, I find his moss green eyes already looking at me intently. There’s a seriousness about him which makes my belly flutter.
“I don’t want to wake up and not be next to you,” I admit, my voice soft.
“Then,” he takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly as if he’s bracing himself for something, “how about we make it official and move your stuff into this room?”
I nod slowly, but Knox doesn’t take it as agreement, he simply watches me, everything about him steady. “I thought moving in here was only temporary?” I hate the words as soon as they’re out of my mouth.
