May Contain Wine (SWAT Generation 2.0 5)

“I was wondering if this was what all the hype was about when it comes to sex.” I panted, head thrown back as I stared at the ceiling, unable to even hold my head up at this point. “I was wondering if it was just you—the reason it was so great—or if it felt like this because that was just what sex felt like.”

He froze, half in, half out of my body.

His hands tightened on my ass, and there was a long moment of silence as he said, “Are you telling me what I think you’re telling me?”

“It depends.” I swallowed hard and lifted my head up so that I could stare at him. “What are you thinking that I’m telling you?”

He gritted his teeth and moved away from the door, walking backward until his ass hit the edge of the bed and he could sit down with me in his lap.

“I’m thinking that you’re saying this was your first time, and I just took you against a fucking door when I should have been more considerate and done it in the bed,” he muttered, looking at my collarbone.

I moved onto him for a better position, then pushed him lightly so that he fell backward onto the bed.

Then I straddled his body so that it was more comfortable for me and leaned down so that my breasts were pillowed on top of his chest.

“This is exactly why I didn’t tell you,” I told him truthfully. “I didn’t want you to overthink it and then say that you didn’t want to do it anymore.”

His gaze flashed to mine.

“I wouldn’t have stopped,” he told me bluntly. “I’ve wanted you way too fucking long to ever just stop. That’s what’s wrong with me, Cal. I want you, and even though I knew it would hurt, I’d do it all over again. You should have said something, though. I thought those pain faces were from something else. More like a…”

I placed my hand over his mouth and started to ride him. Because honestly, I didn’t have the energy to assure him that I was okay. I had the energy to ride him, and that was about it.

So that was what I did.

With my hand over his mouth, I circled my hips and ground down into him, filling myself up with him only to pull away and do it all over again seconds later.

All the while, he watched me move.

And when I finally fell over the edge, my orgasm hitting me so hard that I paused with his cock half out of me, he finally lost the battle with his control.

Seconds later, I found myself flipped to my back.

Moments after that, he was pounding into me so deep that I might’ve called upon his beast, because holy God was he going nuts.

He was pounding into me so hard that the backs of my thighs were slapping hard against the front of his.

And I only thought that the orgasm that I’d rode out on top of him earlier had been good.

Well, I’d been wrong.

Really, really fucking wrong.

Because the one he unleashed in me seconds after he’d taken over? It was out of this world.

I cried out in surprise, my fingernails clenching onto the sensitive flesh of his sides.

Yet he didn’t stop, or even slow.

He only pounded hard into me until I was once again screaming his name.

Luckily, he’d thought ahead and covered my mouth much the same way I’d done to him earlier.

Instead of the ear-piercing scream that wanted to escape, a muffled cry of exaltation sounded.

Cries that turned to whimpers when his hand finally fell free of my mouth.

He growled seconds later, then started to grunt as I felt his dick twitch inside of me.

Sharp jerks were quickly followed by the bathing of my womb with his semen.

In the minutes leading up to this, we hadn’t even stopped to think about being safe.

I wasn’t on birth control.

Never had a need to since when I was or wasn’t, my periods were the same.

And since I didn’t have sex, I honestly saw no reason to waste money and time on a product when I didn’t have to.

So needless to say, I wasn’t protected from a baby.

But I knew that Louis didn’t have any of those other things most people had to worry about. Louis would never put me in danger like that.

Not ever.

When his hips started to move in lazy twists instead of hard thrusts, I finally allowed my fingernails to unclench from his back, then dropped limply to the bed as I panted up at the ceiling.

“I don’t… what was that?”

He started to chuckle, his hands moving up and down the length of my sides before finally pushing up and staring at me with his big, beautiful eyes.

“That was what it was always supposed to be,” he said gruffly. “Something that only we could ever do together. So don’t get any ideas.”