Justice Falling (Falling #3)(51)
Turning abruptly, I pushed her against the door of the panty. The thick gnarled wood was hard and unrelenting. It was also solid f*cking wood, a good inch thick that would muffle, if not obliterate, any noise. “Hold on tight, Precious. It’s going to be a bumpy ride.” I grinned lifting her arse with one arm. She held onto my shoulders and squeezed her toned thighs against my ribs as I got my jeans unbuttoned and boxers pushed down enough to let out my cock. I was far too eager to sample her heat.
I kissed her hard, fast and deep, then took her body the same way. She cried out at the striking penetration. “Fuck, you’re so,” I gritted my teeth. “So bloody tight.” I accentuated my words with a hard thrust. Her eyes closed.
“Eyes, Camille. Give them to me. I want everything you have. When I’m inside you, I want everything you are right there with me.”
Chapter 13
His words held me against the pantry door as easily as his strong arms did. He didn’t realize how much he seduced me with only a few simple directives. I was so far gone for this man I no longer knew which way was up, down, sideways, backwards, forward. All I could do was feel. When Nate was inside me, joined in the most intimate way possible for a man and a woman, nothing else existed.
His rock hard length pressed deep into me. The wide knob of his cock dragged along hyper-sensitive tissue, sending spikes of pleasure to every pore. I clung to my man as he slid his arms up my back to cup each shoulder with his palms. With this new leverage he plowed into me, bringing his hands down hard on my shoulders and jack-knifing his hips up, going impossibly deep.
“Christ, Camille. You’re never bloody running from me again.” Nate took my lips in a brutal kiss. I loved it. I loved the way he got possessive, accentuating his words with deep thrusts that sent me higher and higher, ready to take the plunge. I kissed him back. As hard as he gave, I gave in return. “Promise me,” he said on a particularly hard drive into my core.
“Oh God, I’m going to…again!” My back arched as if a hot poker pressed into my lower spine and jolted me to move. The feelings were so strong. The way Nate built me up, smoothed his hands up and down my body, caressed, squeezed, manipulated--owned every response until my body gave him exactly what he wanted at his command surprised me.
“Promise me you’ll be mine!” he roared, holding my hips in place, wedged between the door and his body. His cock rooted deep inside. He kept me there on the edge of release, swirling his hips around in dizzying tantalizing circles, stirring the pleasure, coaxing my body’s response.
“Yes, Nate, yours. Baby, only yours.”
“Oh, I love when you call me baby,” he growled and picked up his pace, relentlessly pounding. His body was tight, his muscles strained beautifully as I clung to his thick biceps. The pleasure of my orgasm was such that I lost all connection to time, space, and matter. I drifted in the height of bliss for so long blackness swam around me.
When I came to, my body was spent though I was standing against the pantry door. The heavy weight of Nate’s body surrounded me, his labored breaths puffed wildly against my neck.
“Shite, I love f*cking you.” His words broke through the sex-induced haze. He loved f*cking me. That was not the same as saying he loved me, though I suspected things were more serious than I had ever dreamed possible.
“I love um, you doing that to me.”
His mouth moved into a grin I felt against the damp skin of my neck. “You can’t say f*cking?”
Heat suffused my cheeks. “I can. Just as a rule, I don’t usually cuss.”
“Too crude for my sweet American girl?” Nate chuckled and planted a line of kisses along my neck. I craned my head to the side to give him better access.
I inhaled, enjoying his lips on my skin. “No, just when you have a child at eighteen, you learn quickly to mind your words or your little parakeet will reiterate it. Speaking of little ones, I need to check on Tanner.”
“Of course. It’s easy to get carried away with this luscious body.” His hands covered my breasts and squeezed. He looked at my chest lovingly as if he was loathe to let me leave.
“You won’t find me complaining.” I looked down then back up. I cupped one of his cheeks, feeling the prickly stubble abrade my palm. He leaned into it warming my heart. “Nate, I never knew it could be this good. Feel like this with a man.”
His gaze held mine. There was conviction and strength in the warm blue eyes. “Precious, it’s always going to be like this. There’s so much more to experience together. Years of it in fact.” He kissed me then pulled out of my body. A trail of semen followed. We looked as the result of our love making trailed down my leg.
“Fuck.” I finally used profanity. Right now, it was warranted. Heat overtook my body and my heart pounded ferociously against my chest. My skin felt heightened and prickled at the edges as if someone was tickling me with a feather…everywhere. That scary buzzing sound hit my ears and I clung to Nate’s biceps to stay standing. I spent long moments taking deep breaths trying desperately to calm down.
Nate closed his eyes, licked his lips, took a deep breath and held onto my shoulder. His eyes opened and locked on mine. “Don’t run,” he said as if his heart was breaking. I was having a panic attack about the fact that, once again, we acted like stupid sex-drugged teenagers who didn’t know any better. And he was worried about me running off? Men really are from Mars.