Don't Speak (A Modern Fairytale, #5)(124)

His teeth razed her flesh, and she cried out, her fingers landing on the button of his pants and pulling down the zipper. Her hand reached inside the warm fabric, under the waistband of his boxers to find his swollen, rigid cock standing straight up. Her breath hitched as he reached for his pants and yanked them down. Placing one hand on his chest, she forced him to sit on the edge of the bed, then dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth.

“Laire!” he cried, as her lips slid effortlessly down the silken shaft of throbbing muscle, her tongue swirling around the precum-covered tip, her fingers curling into his hips as she held on to him.

She sucked on him as their daughter had once suckled from her, thrilling in the grunts and groans above her, the way his hand wound through her hair, fisting it into a ponytail and guiding her as he saw fit. As he worked his cock in and out of her mouth, she looked up at him, watching the play of emotions on his beautiful face—lips pursed in deep desire, soft cries of lust, a flinch of pain-filled pleasure. She tracked his face as his erection throbbed between her lips, pulsing against her licking, swirling tongue.

“Laire . . . baby, I got a little worked up in the car. I’m goin’ to . . . You have to . . .”

She slid her lips from the base of his shaft to the head, releasing it from her lips with a soft pop and looking up at him.

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, grinning down at her, putting his hands under her arms, and pulling her up to a standing position. His fingers quickly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, jerking them down over her hips. She toed them off and stood naked before him.

“I need you,” he said, his voice ragged with need as he pushed his own pants off completely, leaving both in a pile on the floor.

His hands landed on her ass, and he pulled her forward, lifting her onto his lap. With a sigh of deep, deep pleasure, she lowered herself onto his slick, pulsating member, bracing her feet on either side of his hips as he clasped his arms around her.

Once fully impaled, she looked into his eyes, which were dilated to black.

“I love you,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck, rubbing her breasts against his chest. “I choose you. I choose us. Forever.”

Gently, with a reverence that make tears prick her eyes, he thrust upward, palming her cheeks and forcing her to look at him. “We make our own rules.”

“Yes,” she panted, moving rhythmically with him, the rasp of his chest against her nipples heightening the sensations between her legs, where his cock massaged the inner walls of her sex.

“We belong together,” he whispered near her ear, biting on her lobe, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he directed their movements.

“Yes,” she whimpered, feeling the gathering, the quickening, the throbbing sweetness of her climax close, so close.

“Forever!” he cried, his cock swelling, then releasing, within her, his thick, hot cum coating her womb, the vibrations of his orgasm compelling her own.

She screamed his name, letting her head fall limply to his shoulder as she rode out the waves of bliss, feeling her muscles contract and relax around him again and again, the action that made the words real and bound them to each other forever.

Forever.

***

They slept tangled in each other’s arms, but when Erik awoke at six o’clock, he jolted upright and ran naked to the front door, where they’d started undressing. He gathered together their cast-off clothes and took them back to the master bedroom, wondering if he should pull on his boxers and T-shirt, just in case Ava Grace wandered into their room.

“Erik?” Laire murmured. “Everything okay?”

He let the boxers in his hand drop to the floor and slipped back into bed bedside her, pulling her back against his chest and kissing her warm neck. “Mm-hm.”

“Where’d you go?”

“I didn’t want Ava Grace to find your blouse on the floor in front of the door.”

She sighed contentedly. “What a good daddy.”

Her deep, raspy, sleepy voice had the effect of making him hard all over again, and he held her closer, letting his growing erection press against her back just in case she was up for round two.

“I’m goin’ to be the best I can be.”

“I know,” she said. “Speaking of . . . we had sex last night. Without protection.”

For a split second, he froze, letting the ramifications of her words sink in, but just as quickly, his cock pulsed and swelled, the idea of making another baby with Laire better than porn any day.

“You’d be okay with that?” he asked, placing his palm on her flat stomach. “If you were . . . I mean, if I got you—”

“Mm-hm,” she murmured, her voice dreamy as the rising sun began to lift the gray of night. “I’d be okay with that.”

Reaching for her leg, he lifted it a little, leaning forward to guide himself into the warm, wet heaven of her sex. As he slid forward, she gasped, covering his hand with hers, moaning as he started moving within her.

“I want to see you pregnant with my child,” said Erik, groaning into her ear as he clutched her thigh, keeping her legs open, his lips sliding blindly over the skin of her shoulder as he drove deeply inside, faster and faster. “I want to know that I made you that way.”

“Erik,” she moaned, pushing her body rhythmically against his.