She came on his fingers, all over his face. Her body wracked with spasms from the strength of her orgasm. Her limbs shook as she cried out, a keening sound that lingered in the air long after she quieted.
He rode out her orgasm, his mouth gentle against her sweet pussy, his fingers slowing within her body. She finally relaxed against the mattress, her limbs limp, the expression on her face one of pure satisfaction.
That look filled him with a satisfaction he only experienced after giving his woman such pleasure.
“Oh, Justin, that was so good.” Her lids were at half-mast, her lips curled in a sleepy little smile and he shook his head, moving so that he hovered above her, his cock probing against her curved belly.
“Don’t you fall asleep on me yet, babe.” He entered her slowly, his eyes nearly crossing at the sensation of slick skin on skin. Her hot, creamy pussy surrounded him, her inner walls clutching his throbbing dick with a grip that felt as if it would never let go.
Shit. Skin on skin. He forgot to put on a condom.
Not that Stephanie even realized it. A low murmur sounded from her and she smoothed her hands up and down his back in a soothing gesture, giving him goose bumps. Her eyes widened when he didn’t move and she stared up at him, her brows drawn together in confusion.
“Is everything okay?”
He shook his head, barely able to speak, she felt so damn good. “I forgot to put on a condom.”
“Oh.” She paused, gave a little wiggle that sent him even deeper and he groaned, unable to help himself. “Well, I’m safe.”
Hope lit within him at her words. Was she going to go for it? Let him be inside her without a condom? He couldn’t remember the last time he had sex without protection.
But this sensation he was experiencing right now was one he didn’t want to give up anytime soon. She was hot, wet and gripped him so tight. He slid out, almost all the way before he did a slow thrust back in, making her arch and groan, making him arch and groan.
“I’m on the pill,” she bit out, her arms going around his waist, hands sliding down to grip his ass. “I was tested six months ago.”
“I was recently tested too, babe.” He wanted to say more, wanted to warn her that he’d been with a lot of women but none of them were like her.
“Then it’s okay.” She smiled up at him, her hands pressing on his ass cheeks, sending him even deeper, if that wa
s possible. “Please, Justin. You feel so good inside me, no barriers keeping us apart.”
Her words did it, giving him the permission he sought and urging him on. With measured strokes, he made love to her, slow and easy, his cock sliding in and out of her welcoming body. He looked down at where they were connected, watched in amazement as his glistening cock thrust in and out of her body and he suddenly couldn’t breathe.
Overwhelmed with emotion, his heart clenched, his breathing stalled. She was beautiful, taking all of him, giving so much to him. He cherished her, craved her with every fiber of his being and good God were those tears crowding the corners of his eyes?
He loved her. He wanted to shout it to the rooftops, proclaim it to the world. Him, Justin Hawkins, The Hawk, had fallen madly, irresistibly in love with a woman who had no clue what she did to him. How she twisted him inside out, made him so emotional he didn’t know quite how to deal with it.
Made him want to be a better man. For her. Forever.
“Harder, Justin. Please.” Her hands fluttered against his back, her legs going round his waist. She clung to him, hung off him and he thrust harder, giving her what she wanted. What he wanted.
He’d meant to go slow but she would have none of it. They fucked with wild abandon, their harsh pants and soft cries the music to their lovemaking, the suctioning of their connected bodies the accompaniment.
The familiar tickle at the base of his spine started and he eased up on his thrusting, wanting to make it last, wanting her to come with him. She rode him high, her distended clit nudging the base of his cock with his every down thrust and he knew she was close, so close.
Her orgasm swept over her the second his started and they came together, their bodies clinging, arms wrapped tight around each other. He pressed his mouth to hers, drank in her cries, tasted her passion and when it was finally over they slumped together, Justin rolling to his side so he wouldn’t crush her beneath his weight.
He held her close, her head resting on his shoulder, his arm slung around her and their legs tangled together. Their breathing was still harsh, their hearts beating in tandem and as he smoothed a hand over her mussed hair, Justin knew he’d never felt so contented in his entire life.
“That was...” her voice drifted off, her fingers smoothing over the hair at the center of his chest and he closed his eyes, gathering her as close as she could get.
“Amazing,” he finished and she nodded her head. The distinct scent of their lovemaking still hung in the air and he breathed deep, savoring it.
“Yes,” she agreed, her head tilting so she could look up at him. “Amazing.”
He could see the raw emotion written all over her beautiful face. His lips parted, he wanted to tell her, wanted to let her know just how much she meant to him but he froze.
Shit, he’d never said this to another woman before ever in his life, with the exception of his grandmother and that didn’t count. This was momentous, truly a life-altering situation and he wanted to handle it just right.