Rooted (Pagano Family #3)(69)
He groaned and put his hands on her head. “Carmen, you don’t have to…”
“Of course I don’t have to. I want to. I love”—she licked the length of him, root to tip, flicking her tongue sharply over his glans—“blowing you.” His eyes sparked with heat, and his halfhearted protest stopped. She sucked him down as far as she could, loving his hiss of pleasure, and got to work.
She did love blowing him. His cock was lovely, hard as granite, smooth as marble, with one thick, glorious vein that bulged delightfully the closer he got to climax. And he was so very responsive. Most guys she’d been with seemed to feel that behaving as if they were really into it was somehow unmanly, which was bullshit. Carmen wanted to know, to see, to hear, to feel, the effect she was having. And Theo showed her. With his voice and body both, he showed her.
“God, I love f*cking your mouth. I love the…ah, God…way those perfect lips wrap around me.” His hips began to flex with more speed and force, and she felt his hands tangle and tighten in her hair. She unwound a hand from his base and took hold, just a shade to the rough side of gentle, of his balls. He jerked violently, his back slamming against the wall. “Fuck, Carm, oh f*ck. Don’t stop. Just like that. I need it, I need it now.”
She stopped and stood, and he gaped at her, breathless and dazed with need. “Fuck me, Theo.” She turned her back to him and bent over, adjusting her position so that the shower spray wouldn’t hit her in the face. She put her hands on the tile and waited, looking back over her shoulder at him. “I want my Rough Rider.”
At first, he only stared, blinking. But then he grabbed her hip with one hand and fed himself into her with the other. She cried out as he went deep, striking her g-spot with almost painful force. With his hands clawed into her hips and his feet framing hers on the shower floor, he pounded into her, yanking her back, hitting her deepest core and making her let loose a wild grunt with each brutal thrust.
Every nerve in her body seemed to be more sensitive with the pregnancy; nowhere was that more true than where Theo was now. The sensation of him hitting her spot was so intense it nearly surpassed pleasure. Grunting, gasping, unable to gain enough breath to speak, she wasn’t sure she could stop him if she needed to—and she wasn’t sure if she needed to. She knew her body was taut and resistant, guarding against the intensity, but she didn’t think he’d noticed. He certainly hadn’t slowed down or backed off. His own grunts echoed fiercely off the tile and glass walls.
Just at the point when she was sure pleasure was gone and had left only intensity, when she had decided that what they were doing was a mistake she’d made and now had to endure, everything changed; her body relaxed suddenly, and pleasure returned in a rush so powerful, Carmen shrieked. In the span of a thrust, what she felt flipped from pain to orgasm, and she came until she could no longer keep her feet. Coming off his own roaring release, Theo caught her as her knees buckled, before she collapsed to the floor.
He pulled her tightly to his chest, his strong arms around her, his face tucked to her shoulder. His panting breaths warmed her wet skin. “Are you okay?”
She answered when she finally had the breath to do so. “I have no f*cking idea. That was…God. I don’t even know.”
He turned the water off and opened the door. He grabbed a towel and wrapped her up in it, turning her toward him, then closed them back into the warm shower. “Did I hurt you?” He kissed her cheek. “I hate how often I’ve asked you that question.”
She rested her head on his still-heaving chest. “Do you not like the way we f*ck?”
“I worry that we get so rough. Especially now, with the baby.”
“Teresa.”
“Hmm?” With her ear on his chest, the hummed question vibrated deeply, sensually. Even that sound made her tingle.
She leaned her head back so she could see his face. “I want to call her Teresa, after my mother.” She pronounced it as her mother had: Ter-EH-za.
“Teresa.” He pronounced it as she had, then smiled and kissed her. “That’s beautiful. Can we name her after my mother, too? Her name was Joy. What do you think of Teresa Joy?”
“I think that’s perfect.” And apt, as well.
oOo
Carmen woke the next morning cozy and at peace. Sun streamed in from the loft window that looked out over the sea. She loved that best of all, the way the world woke her with it, gently, as the sun came up from the horizon to start its work.
She opened her eyes and saw a wall of chest and golden curls. With a deep, easy breath, she snuggled closer to Theo.
“There’s no sleeping in around here, huh?” He moved his hand as he spoke, and Carmen realized he’d been caressing her belly. The touch made her feel content.
“Sorry. I like the dawn.”
He groaned and moved his hand from her belly to her back, bringing her closer. “We need to talk, my love.”
She knew they did. He’d been with her more than a week, and still they had not discussed anything about the future.
Except the naming of their child.
But the future was huge and terrifying, full of questions that had no obvious answers. She knew them all; they’d run through her head in a constant litany since he’d arrived. Where would they live? Whose life would change most? Would they even live together? The only question that had a clear answer was that they would be forever joined by the child she carried. They would have a little girl, whether they found answers for the rest or not.