Wife Number Seven (The Compound, #1)(52)

“I’ve waited so long, Brin . . . so long to have you like this. I’m going to savor it, make you scream my name. Make you mine.”

“Yes.” An intense sigh left my lips as rolled my head back, losing myself in the passion of his kisses against the hot skin of my neck. “Yes, please.”

“Lay on the bed.”

“Yes, si—”

I pressed my hand to my mouth in shock. How could I have said that?

Porter lifted my chin with his hand and stared deeply into my eyes. “No. Don’t you ever call me that. This is about us. Not me . . . us. I’m not him.”

“I-I know, I’m so sorry. I just—”

“Shh.” He closed his eyes and shook his head. “Don’t apologize. But that’s the last time either of us thinks about that shithead in this room. All right?”

I nodded, holding back tears, terrified that I had quite possibly spoiled my first time with Porter by falling into old habits I shared with Lehi.

Crawling onto Porter’s bed, I turned my body to rest on my back, propped up by my elbows, waiting for Porter. He opened his nightstand drawer and retrieved a small square packet.

“What’s that?” I stared down at the packet as he ripped it open and removed a rubbery-looking sleeve from the packaging.

“A condom,” he said softly, stripping himself of his jeans and underpants. He slid the condom onto his hard penis. The throbbing of my private area returned as I stared at the length of him.

“You . . . um . . .”

“What?” he asked with a laugh.

“You’re so . . . big.”

His laughter grew, turning into a hearty chuckle as he shook his head. “I’ll be gentle, I promise. Now come here.”

He pressed his lips to mine and immediately opened his mouth, inviting me in. Embracing the bold nature within me, I touched my tongue to his, exploring the taste of him. My skin tingled at his touch as his fingertips exploring each curve of my body. He pressed me against the mattress, planting kisses on my naked breasts. My nipples rose to meet his lips and tongue. Within seconds, he’d pulled one nipple completely into this mouth, sucking hard, causing me to gasp at the intensity of his need for me. His teeth grazed against the taut tip, then he teased it gently with his tongue.

“Mmm,” I murmured.

“You like that?”

“Oh yes.”

“Good.” He lightly touched the skin of my private area, and I jumped slightly at the sensation of his touch. “Relax, baby.”

My nipples ached, missing the teasing of his lips as he moved down my torso, skimming my skin with his tongue. Within seconds, my legs were draped over his shoulders and he was kissing me passionately in my most sensitive spot.

I arched my back in ecstasy as his movements reminded me of our encounter the other day.

My first orgasm.

Oh, how I wanted another.

Again and again, Porter brought me to the brink. Pleasure mounted and climbed within me, then I’d groan with frustration as he’d pull his mouth away and give me a wicked grin just before I reached a release. With each round of intimate kisses and strokes of his tongue, the pleasure grew stronger, until I felt like I might break apart if he continued, and die if he didn’t.

“Please, Porter . . . Please.”

“Tell me what you want.” He growled playfully, then kissed my inner thighs.

“I want to come. Please, let me come,” I begged, my hands clutching the sheets. He tipped his head back to my private area, and I squealed. “No. Not like that.”

“What do you want, Brin?” he asked again, then licked me again.

“Inside me,” I cried out. “I want you inside me.”

Without another word, Porter hoisted himself on his knees and pulled my legs apart, then sank himself deep within me. Unlike my experience with Lehi, my muscles didn’t clench, they didn’t resist—they opened for him, welcomed him. A smile crossed my face at the realization.

Porter slowly began to pump inside me, and my hips lifted against his in response. Within seconds, I felt the buildup once again and dug my fingers into his shoulders as I arched my back and screamed his name. The orgasm shot through me with an intensity I never could have hoped to experience. It felt as if every cell of my body had broken apart during that moment. Porter continued to thrust as I bucked beneath him, my arms flailing against the mattress.

“Oh God, Brin . . . I’m so close.”

Porter’s brow was knitted and sweat dripped from his forehead as he pressed it to mine. He groaned as he found his own release, taking my mouth once again in a passionate kiss as he rocked against me again and again before collapsing on my chest.

He rolled to his side but draped his arm over my belly, running his fingertips gently against my ribs. It tickled slightly. My entire body hummed in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

“How was it? I mean . . . it sounded good, but—” Porter’s cheeks were flushed. He shrugged after asking the question that I felt he should already know the answer to.

“It was the most amazing experience of my life.”

I stared up at the ceiling, still trying to process the emotions that were filling me from head to toe.

Elation?

Satisfaction?

Joy?

Love?

Porter shifted to perch on his open palm, his elbow digging into the mattress. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a smile growing on his handsome face.