Allen was happily trapped in a living, breathing fantasy. Sidri’s weight on his chest, the silky, hot tunnel of her sex squeezing the life out of his cock while he came and came and came some more, all of it combined to form a perfect, blissful storm of lust and love deep inside his soul. The searing-hot, achingly wet walls of her sheath surrounding him, bathing him in bliss as he released inside her…
Released inside her.
Holy fuck. They’d forgotten the condom.
He tried to process that fact even as his body still vibrated from the most intense orgasm of his life. Granted, he was clean, and he knew Sidri was. But that didn’t give him the right to put her in danger. And what about pregnancy?
God, what had he done?
“We didn’t use a condom. I’m so, so sorry,” Allen whispered brokenly.
And just like that, the purring sex goddess on top of him disappeared.
With a deep sigh, Sidri sat up, pulled off him, and turned away. Stunned, Allen lay motionless for a moment, completely unprepared for her reaction. She sat on the edge of the futon, still proud in her nudity, but now refusing to face him. Swallowing hard, wondering if he’d just destroyed the best thing that had ever happened in his life with one thoughtless act of stupidity, Allen sat up and reached for her.
“Sid, I…”
“Don’t.”
The quiet word was like a gunshot to his chest. Allen stared, one hand hovering, caught in the act of offering comfort where none was desired. Chest burning, he whispered, “Do you want me to leave?”
But she surprised him. Sidri turned and immediately climbed back in his arms, stretching out next to him full-length as she wrapped her arms around his chest. She buried her face in his throat, arms tight around him. “No, baby. Of course I don’t want you to leave.”
Tentatively, afraid of another rebuff, Allen carefully circled her shoulders and drew her closer. He stared at her profile, wishing he could see her expression, as he desperately sought a way to apologize again without offending her.
“Sid…”
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” she said sharply, though her face remained hidden. “Nothing, baby. I’m the one with the problem, not you. You see, I was kind of hoping…” She paused, a strangled laugh shaking her shoulders. “Hoping for the impossible, it seems. An honorable soul like yours would never overlook a serious matter like safe sex. I should have realized that, and said something first.” Finally, she lifted her head and met his gaze squarely.
“I’m clean,” she said in a firm, quiet voice, “and I know you are, too. So no condom is necessary for that much of it.”
She must have noted his frown, must have read the additional protest forming on his lips, because she sighed, closed her eyes, and continued with an expression turned suddenly, frighteningly blank.
“As for fear of getting me pregnant, don’t.” A longer-than-normal blink was the only indication that her next words hurt coming out. “I, too, have a genetic defect, Allen. I can’t get pregnant.”
His eyes went soft, but she cut him off before he could offer sympathy. “I’ve known my whole life that I would never have children. When I hit puberty, my first period hit like a freight train. No, more like a gunshot wound. By the end of the first day, I was pale, shaking, and blacking out. My parents took me to the hospital, where they determined that a malformation in my uterus was causing me to bleed as if from a wound, not from a normal menstrual cycle. I had a hysterectomy at the tender age of eleven. I’ve known I’d be barren ever since.”
As his arms tightened around her, she offered him a tired smile. “I know, it sucks hearing about it now, but I came to terms with it a long, long time ago.”
Did you? He wondered, noting the signs of stress around her eyes, the paleness beside her tight lips. But he said nothing.
“So, no period for me, and no condom for you,” she said with forced levity. She lifted a hand from his chest and cupped his face. “I should have said something so you wouldn’t worry about the condom. It was just nice, you know, to pretend for a moment. Pretend it didn’t matter either way.”
Allen studied her in silence, marveling at the strength of the woman cradled in his arms. Before this moment, he’d never once suspected she had her own demons to battle.
Surprise, Allen. You’re not the only one the universe dealt a shitty hand. Maybe you should take a leaf from her book and get the fuck over yourself.
Seeing just the barest hint of vulnerability in her eyes, coupled with the still-burning strength of her innate charisma, made Allen fall in love with her all over again. Jesus Christ, what this woman did to him. Two minutes after having her, he wanted her again.
With gentle hands, he cupped her neck and pulled her in for a slow, sensual kiss. Though she tried to suppress it, he felt the shudder that rippled through her body, as if she’d feared he would find her repulsive after hearing her confession. As if she feared that, knowing she could never have children, Allen wouldn’t want her any more.
On the contrary. He wanted her more than ever. More than air. More than life itself. So he made love to her, expressing his feelings the only way she would allow him to.
Gently, reverently, asking permission with every touch, Allen pulled Sidri beneath him. With most of his weight balanced on his forearms, he kissed her sweetly, massaging her tongue with his. He swallowed her sexy little groans as she wrapped those long legs around his waist and rubbed herself against his pelvic bone. Her sensitive fingers traced the outlines of the angel and the demon on his back, then slid all the way down to cup and squeeze his ass.
Christ. Even underneath him, she was still in control.
He’d never, ever, not in a million years, expected to be with a woman like her. Most of his lovers—okay, to be honest, four—had had a streak of self-consciousness a mile wide, refusing to do anything blatantly sexual unless the lights were all off and the sheets hid everything. When he complimented their bodies, they pointed out they had love-handles. If he said they were sexy, they blushed and changed the subject. Forget about wishing they’d make the first move. If he didn’t start things off, nothing happened at all. And God forbid he should ask to watch them pleasuring themselves—he might as well have asked them to strip naked in Times Square.
Sidri was everything he’d ever fantasized about how a woman could be. Blatantly sexual, playing with herself while sitting on his naked body, for Christ’s sake, and all while still mostly clothed, so he had to strain to see what she was doing. Which, he had to admit, made it just that much hotter, seeing what she was doing to herself without truly being able to see anything. And the way she told him what she wanted, when she wanted it…
She was Aphrodite reborn.
With an appreciative moan, Allen kissed his way across her jaw, pausing to nibble her earlobe before wending his way down her neck. The full-body blush he’d noticed earlier made her skin seem exponentially hotter under his lips, so much so that he wanted to lick and suck her everywhere, just to find out how far the heat extended.
And she was no passive observer, waiting to see what he would do next. She moaned and writhed beneath him, fingers shoved through his hair as she directed him where she wanted him to kiss next. Down her sternum, across the tops of both breasts, then guiding him to one nipple. Allen groaned as he took one straining peak in his mouth, fucking loving the way she hissed and arched into him, words of love and encouragement spilling from her lips. She praised him, guided him, let him know exactly what she wanted from him, so he never had to fear he was doing too much or doing the wrong thing. It was liberating, intoxicating, and for maybe the first time ever, he felt as if he could do no wrong in a woman’s arms.
As long as that woman was Sidri, he couldn’t.
After demanding he give the other breast equal attention—which he did, with enthusiasm—Sidri guided him toward her quivering belly. When insistent downward pressure on his shoulders didn’t let up, he paused to look up into her lust-filled green eyes.
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Sidri licked her lips. “Do what you started to do earlier, Allen,” she said in that sexy-as-hell whisper. “Eat my pussy.”
Fuck, he loved it when women talked dirty. He ran his hand down her body, caressing her sweet breasts before palming her belly. As his fingers moved closer and closer to the tightly cropped curls at the apex of her thighs, she let out a sexy little moan. He swiped his fingers through her silky, wet heat for the first time, reveling in her gasp and the way her hips jerked uncontrollably.
He let out a groan he couldn’t have controlled if he wanted to. Unable to stop himself, he trailed open-mouthed kisses down her mid-section. He shifted, coming to rest between her thighs with a hand clenched tight on each, holding her open as she instinctively tried to clench them together. Then he took his second taste from the source.
The long, low moan that poured from Sidri’s throat was the sweetest music he’d ever heard. Just as her pussy was the sweetest he’d ever tasted. He latched onto her with lips and tongue, capturing her clit and sucking hard. She groaned and shoved her fingers into his hair, sending shockwaves straight from his scalp to his dick. He hummed his approval against her flesh, exulting in the way the vibration made her shudder. Then he got to work.
Sucking her clit into his mouth, he began tonguing it from side to side. Her hips jerked with every motion of his tongue, so much he had to rest his full weight across her thighs to keep her still. He slipped first one, then a second finger through the creamy heat of her slit, inserting them up to the second knuckle and pumping with a steady, insistent pressure. Her sexy cries grew more frantic, the bow of her body more pronounced, as he found her G-spot and rasped his fingers against it with a staccato rhythm. Once. Twice. Three times.
She came apart in his arms, back bowed off the bed and thighs clamped tight around his head. He growled against her flesh, drinking in her essence as she came in his mouth. Christ, this woman was more responsive than any he’d ever pleasured before. The way she so obviously enjoyed his touch filled him with a heady combination of lust and pride.
When little aftershocks were making her hips jerk, he slowly, slowly began kissing his way up her stomach. At her breasts, he paused to lavish attention on both her perfect little nipples, so round and sweet he wanted to suck on them forever. Jesus, her tits were perfect, heavy and more than a handful, with just the right amount of plumpness. He’d lusted after her breasts, fantasized about them, to the point where seeing her in one of her low-cut shirts at work could practically make him come in his pants. Actually seeing them, up close and personal, was enough to set him off, though he managed to control it by the skin of his teeth.
Shoulders heaving, he licked and sucked and kissed his way back up to her mouth before capturing her lips and letting her taste her own essence on his tongue. He settled over her once more, loving the way her hips cradled his so perfectly, rubbing the underside of his cock up and down her slit with gentle, rhythmic strokes that had her gasping into his mouth.
The feel of her hot pussy against his cock sent sparks of lightning ricocheting around in his veins. The softness of her skin, the taste of her mouth, the feel of her breasts crushed against his chest, all converged into a raging inferno that centered right between his legs. He had to have her again. Right now.
With a low moan, he rotated his hips and slid himself deep once more.
Liquid silk. Scorching heat. Her pussy convulsed around his shaft, making him grunt, as he settled his arms on either side of her head. Then, without breaking their kiss, he began to move in measured, deep strokes. It was a rhythm he could keep up almost indefinitely, which she didn’t know but was about to find out. That thought sent another searing jolt straight to his balls, and he groaned into her mouth.
When he finally broke their kiss in order to gulp much-needed air, Sidri speared him with lust-filled, frantic green eyes.
“How in hell…” she panted, a little moan escaping, “are you hard again…so fast?”
He chuckled, smoothed the hair from her forehead, never once letting his steady strokes waver. “There’s a warm, naked, incredibly gorgeous woman in bed with me,” he whispered. “You really have to ask that question?”
“Didn’t think…that was…oh, God…possible.”
“It is when you want someone so much it hurts to breathe,” he rumbled seriously, kissing her with all the passion he possessed before continuing. “Besides, that was just a warm-up. Something to take the edge off. I’ve wanted you too much for too long, Sid. Coming hard and fast was all I could manage the first time.” She gasped, both from his explicit words and from the glide of his cock inside her, and he let a feral smile curl his lips.
“But this time?” he whispered, nipping her lower lip, “This time, I’m making love to you. And this time, I’m not going to stop”—he pistoned his hips a little harder, a little faster, punctuating each pause—“giving you….orgasm…after orgasm…after orgasm…until you believe…” He sped his thrusts. “That. You. Are. Mine.” The last was said in a fiercely possessive snarl through gritted teeth.
Her fingers convulsed on his sides, eyes closing as he swiveled his hips and ground his pelvic bone against her clit. Her full-body blush made his mouth water, so he bent his head to get a taste from her throat. She groaned, thighs squeezing his waist as she bucked. He reveled in her reaction, reveled in the honeyed sweetness of her skin, the furnace heat surrounding his cock as he glided in and out of that velvety wet sheath.
Licking and sucking his way up her neck, Allen finally captured her lips in a long, luscious kiss, his tongue mimicking the thrusting of his hips. His head spun, every nerve ending alive and drinking in the sensations Sidri caused in him. He rode her hard and deep, not fast, just steady and thorough, hitting her cervix with every inward thrust.
Allen kept his eyes locked on her face, totally focused on the incremental tightening of her expression, of her muscles, as she got closer and closer to her orgasm. Her moans and whimpers were like whip cracks driving him onward, faster and deeper, until she was chanting his name as a continuous mantra.
Thank all that was holy, she wasn’t one of those wooden women who just lay there while he did all the work. The closer she got to her release, the more her hips pumped, meeting him thrust for thrust as she clamped both hands on his ass to help drive him downward harder, faster. He felt his balls draw up, felt the tingling at the base of his spine that presaged his orgasm, and ruthlessly ignored it. He would not come until she exploded. Until she understood that she was his.
Just then, Sidri threw back her head, body rigid, as her pussy rippled around his cock. He swallowed her breathless cry, devouring her lips in a ferocious kiss as he rode her right through the orgasm at the exact same pace and depth. As he knew it would, the consistent rhythm extended her orgasm far longer than she was used to. When she finally started to come down, breath panting at the curve of his neck, he pushed himself to his knees and swiftly flipped her over.
Sidri gasped, scrambling for balance as he pulled her hips up and knocked her legs farther apart so he could kneel between them. She rested on her elbows, ass high in the air and so gorgeous he couldn’t resist squeezing the creamy globes. She hissed, rocking backward, silently demanding more.
No way could he resist her. Allen palmed his erection and guided it into her heated channel in one long thrust. Her back bowed, head thrown back as she cried out incoherent praise. It was almost too much. The sizzling friction around his cock sent shockwaves through every single nerve in his body. Feeling her ass jiggle against his abs with every thrust, seeing her breasts swinging heavy and free, hearing her hoarse cries for more, more, more, all of it combined to drive him to the very precipice of his control.
He fought for it, fought himself and the sheer animal lust he wanted to unleash on her. He had to keep control. This woman meant more to him than any woman he’d ever known. If he let her see the beast he was inside, if he lost the tenuous grip he had on civility, if he frightened her, he would never,
never forgive himself. The civilized man he’d turned himself into would never lose control like that. Shuddering, fingers digging into her hips and buttocks with bruising force, he gritted his teeth and ruthlessly stuffed down the baser urges he wanted to unleash on her.
And then she took the decision right out of his hands.
Sidri impaled him with that icy green gaze, looking back at him over her shoulder, and said in a fierce growl, “Fuck me, Allen. Don’t you dare hold yourself back.”
Something inside him snapped.
With a feral roar, he began pounding into her, taking her harder than he’d ever dared take a woman. Unable to help himself, Allen fucked her like the rutting animal he was, claiming her in the most primitive way possible.
She hissed out a “Yesssss!” before meeting him thrust for thrust, keeping up no matter how fast or how hard. Her cries grew hoarse and frantic, her entire body shaking with the force of his thrusts. Balanced on her elbows, she reached out and braced her hands, somehow using the leverage to power herself onto his cock even harder.
Seeing it, seeing her eager acceptance of his nearly violent fucking while demanding even more with every fiber of her being, sent Allen right over the edge. The orgasm he’d been so desperately trying to suppress roared to vivid, all-consuming life as his balls drew up and cum boiled up out of his cock like a geyser. Breath frozen in his throat, he could only hold on, body rigid, as wave after wave of intense, never-ending pleasure washed every thought from his mind.
A second later, Sidri reared back, and a long, low moan escaped her throat. It was the first sound she’d made while coming—she obviously wasn’t a screamer—and hearing the intensity of her ecstasy even as her cunt squeezed his cock like a vise sent him over the edge a second time.
“Ohh, fuuuuck,” he ground out even as his hips convulsed and a few more spits of seed bathed her insides in liquid fire.
They both froze, trembling and breathing hard, before Allen’s muscles quite simply collapsed. He fell forward, his weight pushing her into the futon as he settled over her back. With the last vestiges of strength he possessed, Allen managed to roll them both to their sides, cock still buried inside her, and wrapped his arms around her as tight as he could. For a long time, he could only hold her and tremble while trying to remember how to breathe.
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