Rearing up, I hovered over her, guiding my cock into her. We both froze and locked eyes as I slowed my movement, ignoring the urge to slam into her. I waited for her to adjust to my size so I could slowly push my way in, inch by inch. Her breathing was rapid, and I pressed soft kisses to her forehead and eyes before claiming her mouth.
It took a minute before she relaxed further, allowing me to fully slide in. Even though I had made sure she was ready, I was still worried about hurting Fee. So, I held perfectly still, taking my time to kiss her, moving down her neck, trying to distract from the discomfort. I got lost in the taste and scent of her, content to kiss every inch of her body as I ignored the iron grip her pussy had on my cock. To my surprise, she was the one to speak up.
“Please, I need you to move. I need you… Cal, please,” she said, her head thrashing.
All rational thought flew out the window as I began moving inside her. I tried to start slow, to get her used to me, but quickly worked my way up to a punishing rhythm, spurred by Fiona’s cries, begging me to go faster, harder. She met me thrust for thrust. I noticed when her breath hitched in a certain way and adjusted my position to draw more of that reaction out of her.
Lifting her leg up, I changed the angle so I could reach deeper, needing to make sure I marked her in every way possible. I wanted her to wake up with reminders of me all over her body. Her eyes were on me, bright and unwavering.
Her need mirrored mine, and she only broke contact when I found that spot—the one deep inside. Reaching down, I ran mythumb over her clit as I watched her neck arc off the pillow and a loud gasp escaped her.
“Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel you break apart.”
“It’s too much. I can’t. I don’t…” she pleaded, her movements jerky.
I slowed my own movements, working my cock into her with deep strokes, making sure to hit every pleasure spot on the way. On a wail, she shattered around me and, losing my control, I followed shortly after, pouring what felt like years of cum into her.
Out of breath, legs like jello, I barely had the foresight to fall to the side, tucking Fee into my body so I didn’t smother her. She wrapped her leg around me, keeping me seated inside her as we caught our breaths. Feeling our bodies tied together, surrounded by her warmth, I realized I hadn’t used a condom.
That thought didn’t bother me nearly as much as it should have. I had never had sex bare with a woman before, but I couldn’t imagine having anything between Fee and me. I knew I was clean; I got tested regularly. I knew that didn’t rule out pregnancy, though. Rather than causing anxiety or fear, it made me grip her harder. That was the future I wanted; a life and a family, with Fiona at the center.
Looking down at Fee, her hair was a mess and spread out everywhere. I brushed the curls out of her face, and waited for her to open her eyes, only to fall asleep, our bodies cradled together.
A couple of hours passed as images of Fee, round with my child, danced behind my lids.
By the time I woke up, I was ready for more. I was surprised to see Fiona was already awake, lying quietly in my arms. When she looked at me, I watched as a wave of emotions ran throughher. She went from satisfied to timid, even though we were still wrapped around each other.
“Say it again,” I said, looking down at her. She looked confused for a moment. My cock was already hardening, and I shifted slightly to nudge at her entrance.
“Who do you belong to?” I asked as her eyes widened in surprise, looking down at where we were joined.
“You,” she said in a hoarse whisper before wrapping her other leg around me until I was once again above her. My erection returned full force, and before I realized it, round two had already begun. Needing a moment, I stilled, teasing her.
“Who?” I asked, and she writhed underneath me, trying to get me to move.
“You! I belong to you, Cal,” she breathed out, and only then did I start to move again.
“Mine,” I growled.
This time was much slower, calmer. Our hands entwined, her body became more familiar with mine. When we finished, I took my time untangling our limbs. Her bathroom was small, but I wanted to make sure my girl wasn’t too sore.
I filled the bath with warm water, then added some Epsom salts I found under the sink. Walking back into the bedroom, I smiled when I realized she had drifted off in the mess of sheets and blankets we had made.
A feeling of possession and pride ran through me as I carried her into the bathroom and submerged the both of us in the tub. It was a tight fit, but I wasn’t letting her go. I made a mental note to get a large clawfoot tub installed at the farmhouse, to make sure it was ready for her, for us. Shifting against my chest, Fee sighed once she was immersed in the warm water.
“What are you doing?” she asked drowsily, barely opening her eyes.
“Taking care of you,” I said, and felt her body tense.
Just as quickly, she relaxed and let me do as I said. I soaped up a washcloth and gently scrubbed her body, making sure not to miss an inch of her. For a moment, I was sad, knowing I was wiping away the evidence of our night together. But as she shivered when the cloth passed over her sensitive nipples, I relished the idea of marking her all over again.
She was a bit jumpy at first, especially when the cloth scraped over tender areas, but by the time I finished rinsing her off, she was limp and relaxed in my arms. Standing up, I placed her on the bath mat and toweled her down before I carried her to the bed.
Reaching over to grab my pants, I pulled my cell out to text Bull about getting a new door for Fee. Once that was done, I tossed my phone onto the nightstand and pulled Fiona into my arms. She blinked up at me lazily, looking unsure until I pressed a hard kiss to her mouth.
“Sleep, baby. I’ll watch over you.”
Chapter 17
