by Naomi West
“Rip, it's been so long,” she reminded me. “I need you.”
“Easy there,” I murmured, kissing into her skin. “I know.” I quickly stripped myself down as well and then crawled on top of her, lavishing her skin with soft little licks and bites and kisses, doing my best to explore every inch of her body as she mewled and moved restlessly beneath me.
Eventually, I dipped my fingers into the honeypot between her legs, applying pressure to those needy little spots, reveling in every muted whimper that I wrung from her. I sped up the movements I was making with my hand, causing her to shudder and her eyelids to flutter closed.
“Mmm, just like that,” she said, already sounding totally fucked-out and open for me. She bit her lower lip and turned her face against the pillow, sliding her palms down my arms and chest. “Just like that, Rip. Oh!”
I leaned down to kiss her, manipulating her lips in the same way as I was manipulating her lady-parts. Then, without warning, I withdrew my fingers, leaving her walls clenching around air for a moment before I replaced my fingers with something even more filling.
Liv just sighed into my skin, clinging to me. “So perfect,” she murmured, lightly kissing my collarbone.
I grinned down at her, making slow circles with my hips in an attempt to drive her utterly wild. She looked so serene against the pillows, though, letting soft little noises fall from her mouth as though she no longer cared who might overhear us. She gave herself fully over into her passion, letting herself fall utterly slack against the bed, letting me use her form however I wanted to.
I thrust with increased fervor, feeling absolutely desperate to achieve my own climax. I had never felt this level of desire before — desire that had my cock thick and swollen, throbbing in the space inside of her. I could already feel my balls drawing up tight, ready to shoot my thick seed deep inside of her core.
Sure enough, one more stroke, two more strokes, and I was spilling into her, coming with a soft cry of her name.
In the aftermath, we lay there sticky and panting on the sheets, and I reached over to pull her into my arms. “Look at you,” I murmured, kissing her forehead. “You're so wonderful.”
“I love you,” Liv said again, quietly.
It was almost as though she was holding her breath, waiting to hear if I said it back to her. I laughed a little and held her even closer, tightening the grip of my arms around her. “I love you too,” I told her, my voice raw with honesty. I wasn't entirely sure what that would mean for us, but I knew I had to say it.
We lay there in contented silence for a long time, until I shifted against her and realized that I was hard again, ready to plunge back into her. I rolled her onto her back, staring down at her and pinning her there with my arms. “I love you,” I told her seriously, then positioned myself and delved into her one more time.
This time, I didn't spare anything, and I didn't take my time. Instead, the heat of our passion consumed me, made me frantic with desire. I slammed into her, with a force that suggested I was trying to skewer her, to press all the way up through her navel.
And she loved it.
She couldn't seem to form words anymore, didn't seem to realize that every time I thrust into her, she cried out. It wasn't long before she was absolutely gasping. I slowed down a little, only to let her recover herself some, but she seemed hardly able to focus. Her fingers twisted restlessly in the sheets, and she kept uttering this soft pleas for me to keep going, to tear her apart.
I ramped up the speed again, watching as her body practically convulsed against mine. She screamed out my name before her entire body stilled, falling lax against the bed. But I didn't stop there.
Instead, I kept going, until she was practically sobbing. Her hands came up to grab my hips, and I wasn't sure if she was trying to slow down my movements or speed them up. She didn't seem to know either, caught in that state of over-pleasure where everything was almost too much but also just perfectly enough.
I watched her come again and then again, leaning down to nip at her earlobe and toy with her full and perky breasts.
But suddenly, it was my own orgasm overtaking me, sending me spiraling off into a white abyss. I groaned my way through it, collapsing down against her when my arms would suddenly no longer hold my weight. She cradled me there against her chest, though. And even when I tried to pull away, she held me still for just another moment, relaxing with my weight surrounding her.
Finally, we pulled apart, and this time when I pulled her into my arms, I could feel that we were both about to doze off, well spent after our exertions. I tugged the blanket up around us and pulled her close, and for a long time, I knew no more.
Epilogue
I drummed my fingers against the countertop as I looked over at Liv, who was still looking around the place with wide eyes. “Are you sure that this is what you want?” I asked her one more time.
She turned towards me, rolling her eyes a little. “Are you sure that this is what you want?” she asked me, raising an eyebrow at me. “I can only assume that you keep asking me over and over again because you're secretly hoping that I'll back out and you can—”
I broke her off, kissing her lips and cutting off whatever else she might have said. “I want this,” I assured her as I broke away, staring seriously down into her eyes. “You know that I want this.”
“Good,” she said, giving me a little secret smile of pleasure.
I went back over to the counter and signed the paperwork to make this places ours — Liv's and mine. Afterwards, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“Already having regrets?” Liv asked teasingly. But I could see something there in her eyes, a wariness. I knew she was still expecting me to split out on my own at some point, to just take my bike and leave again. But I was perfectly content in the life that we were building for ourselves.
“Nope, no regrets,” I told her, smiling at her. “You picked a good place.”
Liv looked around again, grinning. “Yeah,” she agreed. “I'm still not sure how I feel about living in the city, but I suppose it can't be too bad with you by my side.”
“I'm all for settling down with you, but there was no way I could settle out in suburbia,” I told her, shaking my head. It was a conversation we'd had from nearly the time that she'd asked me to move in with her.
“I really want you to move in with me,” Liv had said, trailing her hand down my chest as we'd lay there together in bed. We were supposed to be going our separate ways that day. I wasn't sure where exactly I'd go, but everything was done with that mission, Damien had taken over the Gemini Riders, and it was time for us to leave town.
“Don't say that if you're not serious about it,” I told her, still feeling lethargic and half-asleep.
Liv snorted. “Like you'd ever agree to move in with me anyway.”
I shook my head. “Like you'd ever ask me for real,” I said. “I'm sure you have ten thousand reasons up in your head about why we shouldn't move in together, starting with the fact that over the time that you've known me, I've been involved in criminal activities and ending with the fact that those criminal activities ended up with you the prisoner of a dirty sex fiend for a week.”
Liv pulled away, sitting up a little. “No, Rip, you misunderstand me,” she said, looking as serious as I'd ever seen her. “I know the last time I agreed to do something spontaneous, it didn't go so well, but this… I'm actually asking you to move in with me.”
I stared up at her, reaching out to cup her cheek in my palm. “I wouldn't fit into your nice suburban life,” I reminded her, even though there was something inside of me that wanted to agree to what she was proposing. I knew it wasn't a smart idea, but at the same time…
“Why not?” Liv challenged. “You aren't going to be a member of the Gemini Riders anymore, right? You'll have to find a job doing ... whatever it is you know how to do. And you'd probably have to get some sort of mufflers for your bike. But we could make this work.” She bit her lower
lip. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I responded reflexively. I shook my head, pushing myself into a sitting position as well. “You should have waited to have this conversation until we at least had our clothes on,” I grumbled.
Liv rolled her eyes and hopped out of bed, tugging on her panties and then pulling on my teeshirt. “There, you happy?” she asked, a glinting challenge in her eyes.
I couldn't help laughing. “That's not what I meant, you minx,” I said, eyeing the way her breasts poked out against the soft fabric of my shirt. I reached out and tweaked one of her nipples, then sighed and tried to sort out my feelings enough for this conversation.
“Look, why don't you at least consider it?” Liv asked. “It's not like you have anything better to go back to, right? You'd still need to find a real job and whatever else. Why not do that from my place? If nothing else, the house is at least big enough that you could stay in one of the guest bedrooms and we wouldn't even really need to interact with one another. And if I really started to hate you, I could always kick you out again.”
I stared at her and then sighed, running a hand back through my hair. “I am so not the suburban guy,” I reminded her. “If you had an apartment in the city, then maybe I could do it, but your house out in the suburbs is...”
“Fine,” Liv said, looking even more calculating. “So we'll stay in my house until it sells and then we'll find a place together. I could do with getting out of a place that the Gemini Riders could locate anyway; the last thing I need is some of Castor's goons to come knocking on my door one day and decide that it's time to play some more.”
I grimaced. “You're just doing this for protection?” I asked her.
“No,” Liv said firmly, shaking her head. She reached out a hand and placed it on my leg. “I'm doing this because I love you. But moving house is probably an added benefit.”
And here we were, nearly a year later, signing the forms to have our own place together, right in the heart of downtown. Of course, we hadn't lived out in Liv's house for most of six months now. I had been going crazy in there, and Liv had wanted to dress up the place to show it so that she could get a better price on it anyway. We'd been staying in Damien's old apartment since he mostly lived at the national headquarters now. It had been nice, but it had been a little small for us, more of a bachelor pad than anything else.
In our new place, Liv would have space for the art studio that she had been dying for since she quit her job as an investment analyst. And we'd still have a guest bedroom if Barry or anyone else came to visit.
“So what do you say?” I asked Liv, leering at her a little. “Is it time for us to christen the place?”
Liv laughed a little, pushing at my shoulder. “You're insatiable,” she said. “We don't even have furniture yet.”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “Is that supposed to stop us now?” I asked. “It's not like we've never had spontaneous sex on the floor before. And I remember that your goal for the year was to be more spontaneous...”
Liv rolled her eyes a little, but she was laughing. “All right, all right,” she said, stepping into the circle of my arms and leaning up to kiss me.
I walked her back until she was pressed against the kitchen countertops, pressing our lower bodies together so she could feel how desperately I desired her in that moment. Not that our lust for one another ever really seemed to wear off; we were practically like teenagers, even a year into our relationship.
I caught her shirt and pulled it up and over her head, pleased to see the lacy black bra that she was wearing. She still had a tendency to dress pretty conservatively, but her style had undergone a dramatic change since I had first known her. And this bra was like a punch of lust right to my gut, hugging her breasts and molding them into the perfect shape.
I bent down and kissed each boob before reaching around behind her and undoing the closure on the bra, flinging the garment somewhere off to another part of the kitchen, causing Liv to giggle. But she wasn't giggling anymore as I grabbed a breast in either hand, dragging the pads of my thumbs across her nipples and toying with them until each nipple stood sharply out from her mounds.
She brought her hands up between us and began unbuttoning my shirt, pushing it back off my shoulders and then going to work on my belt. She groaned as I distracted her with a love-bite at the side of her neck, right where her collarbone and the line of her throat came together.
She gave a little breathless laugh and pulled away from me, beginning to remove her own jeans and panties. “Come on, catch up,” she whined, eyes moving restlessly over my half-clothed form.
“And you said that I was the insatiable one,” I said, laughing at her. But I complied with her wishes, undoing my belt and then shucking off my pants and boxers all in one go.
My dick sprang up between us, already interested in the proceedings and curving upwards. I gave it a few rough tugs, unable to help myself, needing to take that edge off the desperation.
Liv smiled at me and stepped back in close, curling a hand around my erection even as she resumed kissing me. She'd grown bolder over the past year, and I appreciated that about her. Where once she'd been demure and uncertain in bed, she was rapidly learning what I liked in bed and making sure that she gave as well as she got.
“Where do you want me?” she suddenly asked, pulling away from the kiss and peering up at me.
I considered our options. Most of the floors were hardwood, and although I knew she wouldn't complain about that in a pinch, I wanted to do something a little easier for her, especially since this was our first time in our new apartment, the one that would set the precedent for everything to come after.
I spun her around so she was facing the counter and bent her over, pressing her hands forwards against the top of the marbled surface. I kicked her legs out to either side a little to allow me easy access to her waiting hole and then pushed slowly inside.
She sighed, sounding pleased, and relaxed back against me, making little movements to help me hit all the right angles as I thrust into her. We moved in perfect sync with one another, both approaching our climaxes at a steady rate. Suddenly, her hand grabbed for mine, twining our fingers together against the countertop — our countertop — in our new apartment.
I gasped and suddenly jerked against her, bliss pouring through me like molten energy. She came at nearly the same time, her silken walls milking at my penis and making my orgasm just that much more intense.
When we broke apart, she turned around and leaned up to kiss me, giving me a shy little look that I recognized from every time she had an idea she wanted to try out. “I thought you were going to last longer than that,” she said. “But instead, I guess we're going to have to go on a sex tour and see if we can have sex in every one of these rooms before the furniture gets delivered. How does that sound?”
I laughed a little, swatting at her arm. “I repeat, and you said that I was the insatiable one!”
She laughed a little and shrugged unrepentantly. “Well, maybe we can wait until some of the furniture is delivered,” she said magnanimously. “If you don't think you can do it that many times before tomorrow morning.”
I growled a little and pulled her close with a tight grip on her bottom. “Trust me, I can get it up that many times,” I told her confidently. “So unless you don't think you could handle having me thrust into you that many times...”
Liv giggled, her eyes flashing. “I'd say that sounds like a pretty fair challenge,” she said. “Anyway, we do have to christen the place ... start things off on the right foot.”
I shook my head and kissed her again. “I love you,” I told her.
She grinned, a little of her former shyness coming over her again. “I love you, too.”
THE END
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Bonus Book #2: CUFF ME: A Dark Romance
By Naomi West
If she wants to be a bad girl, I’ll show her how to do it right.
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br /> She’s sneaking out of her father’s house just as I’m breaking in.
She acts like a wild child, but I see right through that façade.
I know exactly what she is.
A princess. A snowflake. A precious little angel, naïve and untouched.
That won’t last long around me.
Besides, I have business to take care of.
Her bastard father, the town sheriff, stole something very important from me: a book of my MC’s clients.
If evidence of our “extracurricular activities” gets out, there will be hell to pay.
I can’t let that happen.
So what better way to make the sheriff keep his mouth shut than to hold onto his daughter as a bargaining chip?
She made it all too easy when she ran straight into my arms.
