Cavalier (Crimson Elite 1)

“You’re trying to distract me,” he says, as his hands touch my breasts.

“Is it working?” I ask him sweetly, my hand falling down his hard stomach until it reaches his cock. Squeezing, he nods his head.

“You always know the way to my heart.” He cackles then pushes me back until we reach our room. My back hits the bed and he lifts my legs up so they’re over his shoulders. He teases me at my entrance, his cock rubbing up and down touching my clit. Everything’s more sensitive and I need, no, want sex all the time. At least once a day, and he never says no to me. He’s always ready and smiling as he touches me. I’m afraid when I have the baby that the dynamic may change. No sex for six weeks. I haven’t told him that little diamond yet.

“Creed.” I moan, lifting my hips so his cock falls deeper inside me. He grunts then starts moving, his hands gripping my hips using them to thrust hard and fast. He’s always careful not to lay on my belly or touch it while we fuck, even when I want him all over me. I take whatever he gives.

“So fucking needy.” He smirks, then pushes in again and again. It doesn’t take me long until I reach the place I want to be when he’s inside of me, that place of pure ecstasy. He follows closely behind me, then leans down kissing my lips as he falls next to me.

I roll to my side to smile at him while he strokes my hair.

“I love you, Creed.”

“I know,” is all he says in return then reaches for his cell that hasn’t stopped ringing. He looks to it then hangs up as he looks back to me.

“You know?” I ask scoffing at him. He nods his head. “That’s all you’ve got to say when I tell you I love you?”

“What did you give me?” he asks, firing back at me.

“I wanted it to be the perfect moment.”

His hand is now on my belly, and his cell starts again.

“You tell me every night, Elicea, every fucking night.”

I look at him shocked. He simply nods his head confirming it. “Just before you’re deep asleep when I’m touching you. You tell me.” He turns putting the cell to his ear. “What?” he grunts into it. I can hear Echo’s voice.

“Tell me, you asshole, boy or girl.”

“Girl.” I hear Echo laugh then he hangs up in his ear. “Fucking asshole,” he mutters.

Then when the next words leave my mouth, I cringe waiting for his reply. “One last thing—” He looks at me waiting. “No sex after the baby for at least six weeks.”

He shakes his head as if I’m lying. “No way.”

When I don’t say a word, he cusses. “Fuck, okay, we’ll just have to double our efforts until then,” he says smiling, as he pulls me to sit on top of him. “Practice makes perfect, right? And they say you should never stop trying.” He looks to my belly then rubs it before he pulls me in for a kiss. I swoon. Again. Always.

It’s a kiss that makes the stars sing.

A kiss that begins all great love stories.

This is our great love story.