Rooted (Pagano Family #3)(62)

Smiling down at him, she said, “That’s f*cking amazing. I guess it’s the baby, but all my nerves feel twice their normal size. Everything I feel is doubly intense.” She laughed. “For weeks, I’ve been so horny I can’t even describe it.”

“Good to know.” He dropped his head and returned his attention to her breasts, sucking and teasing, flicking his tongue and pinching his fingers over the hard puckers of her aroused flesh. Back and forth he went, cherishing her body, adoring the way she flexed under him as he brought her need higher and higher. When her moans took on the sharp edge that meant she was reaching a point of manic need, he backed off and blew lightly on her damp skin.

“Theo, please. Fuck me.”

“No, my love. Not today.” As he said the words, he moved his hand between her legs.

She gasped, whispering, “Yeah, yeah.” But he only grazed her folds gently, brushing the backs of his fingers over the neatly-trimmed hair between her legs. He could feel that she was swollen with need, and every touch brought a twitch from her so strong that it was a spasm. Her hands still grasped the daybed, and as he watched her face for its reaction to his touch, he could also see the way her biceps and triceps stood out. He loved to get her stirred up like this, usually to the point that she screamed wildly when she came, but that was not his plan now.

He pushed her long legs wider and then shifted down and between them. When Carmen realized what he was doing, her hips came up from the bed. He pushed her back down and settled in. They were on his terms, not hers, today.

First, he kissed a line up each thigh, stopping just shy of the apex, his tongue making light circles behind every touch of his lips. When her hips began moving in time to her rhythmic moaning, he slid his arms under her ass and wrapped them around to hold her down. Finally, he licked the length of her, dipping in for a taste and ending with a feather-light swirl of her clit.

She groaned quietly, “Theo, Jesus Christ, come on,” and he chuckled against her swollen folds. This was what he wanted—her need for him complete and consuming.

Finally, his own need growing to overwhelming proportions, he put his mouth to her clit and drew it in against his teeth. She made an earthy, wild sound he would need an entire stanza to describe, and her body came up, taut like a strung bow. He suckled her clit as he had her breasts, and she let go of the daybed to take great handfuls of his hair and hold him firmly against her body.

When she began to hump his face outright, he brought a hand up between her legs and slid two fingers deep into her, pumping with the rhythm her hips and his mouth had found together. When she wet his hand suddenly, and he knew she was there, he pushed a third finger in.

And then her writhing rhythm became so intense that he could no longer match it. He went still, his tongue flat and firm on her clit, his fingers stiff inside her, and let her go and go until she came, noisily and with vigor.

When she finally dropped back to the mattress, limp and perspiring, Theo slid up, over, and into her. Her moan at his entry was sinfully sated.

He thought of the baby between them, and came up on locked arms to loom over her. “Is this…comfortable for you?” The effort it took to speak surprised him.

As an answer, she smiled and brought her legs up to wrap around his waist.

He groaned and went still, suddenly needing a minute. She felt so unbelievably good, so incredibly right, and not even twenty-four hours before, he’d been sure they would never be like this again.

“Tell me again.”

Still smiling, she didn’t ask what he meant. “I love you.”

“Thank you.” He lowered down to rest on his elbows, held her head in both his hands, covered her mouth with his, and began to move.

The satiny touch of her enclosing him, without the barrier of latex, was insanely intense—but also not entirely unfamiliar, and Theo wondered just how often they’d missed the condom step during the summer. They’d both been behaving like hormonal teenagers. He didn’t let that thought take root, though; it no longer mattered. What was past had passed. Later, they could consider the future. Right now, only now mattered. And right now, he was buried to his balls in the woman he loved, and she was knotted tightly around him.

When he felt deep heat concentrating like a fist low in his belly, and when Carmen shifted her hips, causing him to go even deeper with every thrust, he knew they were both close. He wanted to see her eyes when she came, when they hopefully came together, so he tore his mouth from hers, opened his eyes, and lifted a little away. Her eyes were closed.

“Look at me, beautiful.”

She opened her eyes.

He thrust deep and held, making them both groan. “I love you. Completely. I am entangled in you.” He thrust again, as before.

Carmen blinked, and her eyes filled and blurred with tears. Biting her lip again, as if to stave off the emotion that wanted to top over, she nodded.

He hadn’t seen Carmen cry before, or even come so close. Nearly overwhelmed with emotion himself, he leaned down and kissed the skin at the corner of each eye. Then, looking down at her again, he finally moved in her with the intent to finish them both.

With each thrust, he sped up a bit more, not going rough, not ever rough, not this time, but deep, seeking the connection between them. Her eyes fluttered closed as she began to contract around his cock.

“See me, Carmen,” he groaned, and she opened her eyes again.