Page 38 of Fueled Fury

I won’t be fully satisfied until I have every piece of her, but I’ll take whatever she’ll give me tonight.

Rocking forward, she guides me inside her. My mouth drops to her nipple, sucking as she moves up and down. I follow her lead and lift up to meet her body, enjoying her breathing becoming louder with each thrust. Reaching between us, I stroke her clit, doing my best to hold off. I feel her tense, then she slows, riding out her orgasm. She looks like an angel, her eyes closed, fully surrendering to me without hesitation as she clings to my shoulders. Her nails dig into my skin like she isn’t gonna ever let go, and I can’t hold back anymore. Releasing inside her, I let out a curse as my lips crash against her damp skin.

Reckless. That’s the only thing that comes to mind, thinking of bringing another life into this world when we haven’t gotten our shit together. But I couldn’t pull out. I wanted that part of her, and she let me.

“Are you still on birth control?”

“Yes.”

“I should’ve pulled out.” She’d been on birth control last summer when we were together, but we still decided to go with the old unreliable pull-out method in combination with her on the pill.

“I didn’t want you to.”

I’ll never understand her. “Why will you give me every part of your body, inside and out, except for this one?” I brush my finger along her lips as she looks to my mouth.

“It’s silly.”

“No, it’s not. It’s important to you. Don’t disregard it.”

“One of the most vivid memories I have from my mom and stepdad’s wedding is when they kissed. I remember being so grossed out, but the more I saw her kiss David, the more I kept thinking she had the same moment with my dad. A promise to love each other until death do they part, sealed with a kiss. If a kiss really doesn’t mean anything, then why is it the final testament of the wedding ceremony, tying your souls together forever? And how is it so easily broken?”

Leaning forward, my forehead rests against hers. “I get it. But just know, a kiss doesn’t seal the deal for me. My soul is already bound to yours.”

I remain still, waiting for her. Hoping that she will move the few inches to press her lips to mine, but she remains motionless.

Standing from the sofa, I grip her thighs as she tightens them around my waist, and I carry her upstairs, deciding to lighten the mood with a joke. “At least I don’t have to wear pants here.”

She gives me an effortless smile that is such a relief, it breaks the unease in the room. She’s not ready, whether it’s trust with herself or trust with me, but at least now I know what’s going on in that complicated, beautiful mess of a mind of hers.