Phoenix Rising

He took his time, nibbling on the outer lips before he licked me up and down, nice and slow. I wanted him to go faster. I wanted him to touch me harder. I wanted him to give me his cock and ride me home.

But he didn't.

"Clint! Dammit, I've rested enough!"

He chuckled and I cursed in frustration. His laughter tickled me, making me even more desperate for release.

I was close to coming. But I'd been close for twenty minutes! I was on the verge of tears.

"Please Clint… I want you."

He murmured against my pussy, licking it a little faster.

"I love you. Please… I want you inside me."

He cursed then. I was getting to him. I knew it.

"Just for a little while. I want to feel your bare skin on mine. Don't you want me?"

He looked like he was in pain when he looked up at me.

"Dammit it, Phee, I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't."

"The condoms are in the other room."

"Don't use one."

"What?"

I smiled at him seductively. His eyes were wide. I had his attention now.

"You can pull out. I looked it up online."

He groaned and lowered his head.

"Phee… if I knock you up before the wedding, I'm a dead man."

"You won't. Anyway, if you do, we can always elope."

He broke in that moment. I saw it. I knew the moment it happened. He was on top of me in two shakes, lifting the apron to reveal his raging hard on. I licked my lips at the sight of it. His balls looked swollen and the tip was shiny and wet.

"Hmmm… yes. That's what I want."

He groaned helplessly and held the tip against my slick lips.

"You sure, Phee? This is real foolish."

I wrapped my legs around him and tugged him towards me slightly. He made a sound so sexy it made my toes curl. I didn't think he'd had a release since the accident, even though he'd taken care of me several times a day.

"I'm sure."

That was it. Clint slid inside of me, grunting like a wild beast. He cursed as he filled me the whole way up. The sensations were… unbelievable. The bare skin of his cock felt so good inside me, I thought I was going to faint.

He was breathing heavily as he pulled out again.

"Goddamn! Babygirl, you feel so good..."

He grunted as he pushed back inside me. He pulled out almost the whole way, cursing a blue streak while he did. Then he plunged back in.

"You're my woman, you hear me?"

"Yes, Clint."

“And you’ll be a good girl and do as I say.”

“Yes. I will.”

"Oh Christ– unnfff!"

He started to work his cock in and out of me at a steady pace. I tried to squeeze him with each thrust. He was moaning incoherently when I came the first time.

He was even more incoherent when I came the second time.

The third time, we came together.

Clint shouted as he pulled out, spraying my belly with his seed. I could have cried. I hadn’t wanted him to pull out. There was something primal inside me that wanted his seed. Every damned drop of it.

There was just something different this time. I realized I wanted all of that come inside me. I needed it.

I wanted his baby, body and soul.

He cleaned me off, both of us still shuddering. He told me to 'be still' as he pulled my pajamas back on and pulled me onto his lap.

"That was nice."

"Nice? Woman, you damn near killed me."

I smiled, snuggling deeper into his lap. I felt his cock stir beneath me and pinched his nipple. He hissed and pulled my hair back so he could kiss me.

It was a while later when he lifted his head, his blue eyes shining.

"I love you, Phoenyx Delancey."

"And I love you, Clint McRae."

He grinned.

"I'm going to marry you."

"I know."

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Clint

“Now, young lady, we have to have a talk.”

I patted the seat beside me. I’d finally let her get up and do stuff around the house that morning. She was smiling wide and prettier than a peach when she sat next to me on her frilly white loveseat. As always, I marveled at how lovely she looked, as if she had stepped out of a soap commercial or some soft focus movie about true love and dreams. It was more than just her fresh faced youth. It was something inside her that made her just glow with good health and energy. I wasn’t sure how she did it.

Especially since we’d made love half the night and most of the morning. I knew she should rest. I knew it. But once I’d laid hands on her, it was game over. I hadn’t stood a chance.

“What is it, Clint?” She asked guileless, immediately adjusting to my serious tone. She was such a good girl. Respectful, playful and loving. I couldn’t have imagined someone better suited to me. Her body, her mind, hell even her soul fit into mine in a remarkable way. We were seamless. That was what it was.