Page 45 of Surprise Baby for Mr. Fischer
Harper murmured a response I couldn’t hear. Her hands ran up my chest and stayed there while she steadied herself. She threw her head back and groaned. “You feel so damn good inside of me.”
Faster, I thrust in and out of her body. The walls of her core gripped me.
“I’m going to come,” she gasped.
Her body tensed around me as I rolled my hips, digging my fingers into her ass, going as deep as I could.
“Yes, right there. Just like that, Lincoln ... ” Her back arched, and she screamed her release. Her knees dug into my hips as she slammed down on me one last time.
Hearing her come with my name on her lips had me chasing my orgasm. Her fingers curled into fists on my chest, and her body grew rigid. As she spasmed, massaging my cock, it pulled my release from me.
I trembled from the aftershocks. My muscles liquifying as she lay on top of me, our breathing ragged, my cock still inside her.
Her fingers lazily traced the tattoos along my arms and chest. I pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
“Wow,” she whispered.
“Yeah.”
We lay there in silence, her fingers running over my upper torso. I didn’t want her to stop.
“When did you get this one?” she asked, tracing one of the first tattoos I’d gotten, an intricate compass design on my upper left arm, close to my shoulder.
“When I was eighteen. It reminded me that I controlled the direction in my life.” I was surprised to admit the real reason to her. When most women asked, I typically said it looked cool in the shop or so I could find due North.
“You have so many. I think they’re sexy.” She rolled to my side and propped her chin up on her hand to look at me, then leaned down and kissed the dragon tattoo that curled around my back.
“I think you’re sexy.” I brushed the hair that had fallen forward away from her face. I rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom adjoining my bedroom for a washcloth. “Be right back.”
“Where are you going?” she pouted.
I winked at her, choosing not to respond.
A moment later, I returned after wiping myself clean and getting a new towel for her. I leaned over her body and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips as my hand dipped down between her legs. She moaned while I gently rubbed.
“That’s pretty hot.” Her eyes fluttered closed. “I’ve never had a guy do that before.”
Possessive pride puffed out my chest, making me glad I was the first to care for her like this. She deserved to be treasured.
I finished and tossed the washcloth into the hamper. When I climbed back into bed, I drew her to my side. She yawned and snuggled closer, her head resting in the crook of my arm. “Mmm, this feels nice.”
“It does.” I tugged up the sheets and blanket around us.
Having her with me felt right. Now I just needed to convince her of the same thing.
