Cavalier (Crimson Elite 1)

My hands let go of her waist and reach for her face. She comes willingly as I kiss her lips. She starts moving her hips as our lips connect, her breathing becoming heavier, her movements speedier. She breaks away, her hands going to my chest as she uses me for leverage to move even faster. Gripping her ass, I pull her back and forth helping her move even quicker. It’s my favorite position because I get to see her come undone. The way she moves, to the slight dip of her mouth when she parts her lips, and as she starts to reach her spot makes me almost come undone. She tightens around me but I don’t want her to come yet. I want to drag it out so I can have all of her at once.

Her nails dig into my chest and I know she’s close. Lifting her, I spin, dropping her back to the bed and staying in her as I’m now on top. Her legs lift up and remain wrapped around my waist as she waits for me to move. I see a slight disappointment in her eyes. Reaching up, I brush her lips with my fingers then move, my hips thrusting into her, taking it at my own pace, slow and steady and building her up. She tries to get me to move faster, and harder. But it’s the moments we miss when we go fast that sometimes you have to slow things down for. Like the way her hair falls in her face, sticking to her lip as she nears her orgasm. Or the way her perfect blue eyes lighten just a fraction when she’s completely lost.

Or her hands that roam my body until she finds the perfect spot to grab hold and not let go.

That’s what she’s doing right now, and right now is when I give her what she wants. Faster. Harder. Until she digs in so hard that my skin will bleed, and her pupils dilate as if she’s on a high. I want to watch her fucking fly and never come back down, it’s pure fucking ecstasy watching her.

At the last moment, she holds her breath. Her hands leave my body and find the sheet below her fingers as she grips, riding the wave that suffocates her.

A wave I fucking created.

What a fucking lucky man I am.

It takes her a moment to open her eyes, to see me. And when she does I fucking ride the same wave she was just on. Then come crashing back down with her.

This time not letting her go.24Elicea“You’re still sick?” Tracey asks sitting next to me on my couch. Creed’s still in my bed asleep. I just told her about last night. Well, most of the night anyway, not the details that happened in between that and this morning. She doesn’t need to know the details.

“I guess my stomach isn’t agreeing with something I’m eating.” I get up to make her a coffee.

“Or maybe you’re pregnant,” she mutters as my feet come to a halt. I freeze on the spot, unsure of what to say as I start to count in my head the times I’ve missed my period. How long has it been since my last? “El—” Her voice is wary, and before I can say anything to her, the door opens to my room, and a shirtless Creed steps out rubbing his head, arms flexing as he does.

“Holy shit!” Tracey watches Creed, her mouth dropping open. Creed doesn’t even care, his eyes are on me.

“You need to leave.”

His hand drops from his head, and he looks at me unsure.

“Now. You need to leave. Now.”

He turns, walks into my room, picks up his shirt then comes back out pulling it on. He goes to reach for me, but as he gets closer, I step back putting distance between us.

“Please, leave.”

“I’ll come back later.”

I nod my head at his words anything to get him to leave. He does so closing the door softly. Turning, I drop to the floor, my head falls between my legs and I start breathing heavily.

“El, what’s wrong?”

I don’t answer her question, as I work out exactly why I’ve been sick. Why my jeans are getting tighter on my belly, and why my boobs have been sore.

“El.” Her hands touch me trying to pull me up.

“I need a test, Tracey. I need a test.”

“What kind of test?”

I look up, my face wet with tears. I didn’t even realize I was crying. “A pregnancy test.”

She steps back then turns, reaching for her bag, and runs out the door. I stay exactly where I am on the floor, my head between my legs as I wait for her to come back and pray that it’s all in my head. That maybe something is wrong with me.