Winning Virgin Love Part 17

He rose up and towered over her again. With all the strength he could find, he moved away and when he rolled over, he propped himself up against the headboard.

Watching her came easy even with the hurt he'd felt earlier. Now, it simply just didn't exist. d.a.m.nation, only perfection described Tabitha. She defined it.

"Are you all right?" she asked again.

"I'm perfect. You're perfect."

"You're arrogant, at best." She giggled as she snuggled closer.

His hands captured her wrists. "I'm haughty as h.e.l.l and we're going to have a compound full of rugrats just like me."

She laughed at the picture he painted. "You think so, do you?"

He rubbed his hand firmly across her belly and lowered his lips to her mouth again. "I think so."

"Well, then, if you want to start filling up the bedrooms around here with children, then you're going to have to spend more time in bed."

He chuckled. The sound came out hungry. d.a.m.n, he had it bad for her. His lips sank into her velvety mouth with ease and then he cupped her face before pulling back. "I don't have a problem staying in your arms. I want children-as many as you want to give me."

Her eyes locked on his and then she seemed to focus on his mouth. "That's right, baby. Watch my lips move." She glanced up at his eyes. "No, I don't want your eyes on mine. I want you to see me say it." He felt her shiver beneath his touch. "We are pregnant." He said the words slowly again. "We are pregnant."

"Don't tease me, Almonzo." She slapped him playfully on the chest.

"I'm not teasing you. You are pregnant with my child." His hand ran over her stomach again.

Her baby blue eyes settled on his. "You're sure?" Her voice broke and then regained some strength. "You're sure about this? Really? When? How do you know? How did this happen?"

His joy matched hers and they both laughed. She straddled him as she questioned him more, with many of the same questions as before. "When did you find out? How did you find out? You're really sure?"

Almonzo nuzzled her forehead with his own. "Oh yes, baby. I am positive."

"Tell me. Tell me again!" She kissed his face entirely. Covering his lips, his cheeks, his eyes, she d.a.m.n near smothered him with moist, sweet and sensual kisses.

His chest swelled with pride as he stopped her. "Well, let's see. Orlando's sixth sense kicked in, Constance kept telling Mother someone else was here, Mother thought you looked pale hours before the...the ceremony and Father asked Tate to run the tests and you did the rest." He bit his lower lip, dipped in for another kiss and quickly added, "Well, I had a little something to do with it, I'm sure."

Her eyes danced, sparkled really, with the news delivered. "And you're not kidding me, Almonzo? You're sure I'm pregnant?"

"I'm sure, baby." His c.o.c.k moved against her. "d.a.m.n sure." He began to lavish her again with more mouth to mouth praise.

Tabitha finally pushed him away. Her arms were casually around his waist and she hugged him tightly as her cheek rested against his belly. His hand moved over her hair gently and without any demands. Sure, his c.o.c.k waited. His l.u.s.t existed. The gift of a pending birth also brought an extension of fear. One more Spenser would need protection.

Tabitha cursed herself and began to mentally cane her own backside.

"Let me have your mouth again." He tried to draw her to him but she resisted.

"You want my mouth?" She looked directly at his well-covered c.o.c.k. "Come and get it."

He shifted his weight with a hungry growl. "d.a.m.n, I thought you weren't going to ask."

She moved over slightly and allowed him just enough room to slide out of his pants. She moved to the bottom of the bed and helped him remove his socks and shoes while his arms crossed and muscles strained to find the freedom desired.

"You are..." She couldn't think of the right masculine word so she just told him the first thing she thought. "Almonzo, you are a beautiful man."

His wicked laugh held more meaning than she even hoped to translate. "I've never been called beautiful." His black eyes followed her as she walked around the room. She lit a few candles on the dresser before she returned to the bed. "Sit up." She made demands and he honored them with fervor. His legs moved to the side of the bed and fell open for her.

She sat down on the floor in front of him and he tossed a pillow there for her. A gentle smile curved her mouth. "Want me to get comfortable and stay awhile, huh?"

"I'm hoping you'll like it down there." His eyes danced and by G.o.d, his c.o.c.k didn't remain still either because she saw the twitch.

Before she touched him with her hands, her eyes fed on him in a feast meant to only fuel his hunger. She slowly licked her lips. Around the entire shape, she made sure he witnessed her need. Her palms fell to the mattress, one on each side of his hips and she pushed herself to her feet.

She released the first strap of her nightgown before she freed the other. Her lavender lace-cupped halter chemise fell over her hips and just as the silky material fell to her ankles, he held out his hand. She stepped away from the gown and wrapped her arms around him. He moved his mouth immediately to her neck. "You are in trouble. All night long I'm going to love you. We'll sleep the day away. Tonight, you belong to me and me alone."

"Promises, promises," she teased.

"By the time I finish with you, I think you'll look back on my words as a true threat."

She shook intentionally. "Oh, you may be a rogue to those who fear you but you don't scare me."

His eyes shaded with desire and he looked up at her with pure l.u.s.t. "I don't scare the h.e.l.l out of you?"

"Not one bit." She dropped to her knees again and began to kiss his knee. She squeezed his other thigh as her lips trailed up his thick leg. Over muscle tone and flesh, she searched. She moved higher and lower over a leg she fully intended to devour before she finally drove him to what she wanted him to consider a newfound madness.

Her lips eased along his leg. Down his calf, she worked her mouth using a calculated procedure. d.a.m.n right, she wanted him to ache for her touch. Hot, hands touched her nipples. Tweaking them, the man earned an A for effort. He needed more than a persistent drive if he wanted her mouth around him. No, she wasn't ready yet. She wanted to work him into an element of true necessity and give him cause and reason to define it with pa.s.sion.

His forefinger and thumb rolled her nipples one way and then gently reversed the maneuver. He tugged enough to deliver a twinge of pain into her pleasure. "You know what I want, baby."

"You can want anything. You can't have everything." She moved to his other thigh where her mouth outright kissed over inches of flesh. Her hand trailed in a sensual time to rub in the affection. Parting lips never left his leg. Up higher, she kissed. Down lower, her tongue swiped.

"Holy sweet mercy." His legs splayed open and his back stayed against the bed. When he shifted his weight, he leaned almost out of her reach. She moved up to the mattress and positioned her mouth over the tip of his d.i.c.k. She saw the prec.u.m and instantly dripped with her own desire.

Her tongue licked away the slight glistening moisture before she began to inch her way closer to a hearty kiss of appreciation. Her lips outlined a trail of love from his stomach to his neck. When she found the kiss she wanted, when she stole the one she needed, she went back to where she knew bliss waited and she fully delivered it right back.

Chapter 18

"d.a.m.n, woman!"

His hips rose off the bed as he fought to gain the upper hand. He wanted to f.u.c.k her. d.a.m.n if he didn't need to screw her silly. He told her once. Maybe she forgot. Memory loss possibly went hand in hand with pregnancy.

"No, d.a.m.n it! Come here." He gently tugged her upper arms. She didn't give an inch.

Defiantly, with pure immoral purpose, she shook her head. Moans came easily and his own matched hers a few times. He tried to restrain himself. He fought a losing battle. He wanted to hold back but then she would swipe her sinful little tongue against his throbbing veins and suck only deeper. She nearly swallowed him whole.

He needed to...he wanted to... just f.u.c.k her. "Sweet, sweet woman. I can't hold it." She had him tight enough to squeeze every drop from his c.o.c.k and he'd love to give her every last sip.

His hands gripped her head harder then and he drove his d.i.c.k into her hot little mouth. Sweet mercy she felt f.u.c.king incredible. Hot lips held on and fiery velvet enveloped him. She sucked. h.e.l.l, yeah, she d.a.m.n sure knew how to get exactly what she wanted.

His c.u.m sprayed down her throat and she seemed to moan, sip, drink and beg for more. She gripped him with a hold even her tight little p.u.s.s.y couldn't match, not with his c.o.c.k drifting, h.e.l.l, swelling to ma.s.sive proportions.

"Incredible." His hips moved faster. "You're f.u.c.king unbeatable." He didn't want to hurt her and he d.a.m.n sure didn't want to turn her off of giving head but he had to go with the pressure. He had to release it. "Take me with your pretty little mouth, baby. That's it. Take it all." His hips slowed and just when he thought he was finishedh.e.l.l no, she came back for more and he had it to give. Just a few strokes more.

"Baby, swallow. That's it. Take it. Please me. d.a.m.n you for stealing my soul." When he moved one final time, he waited. There, at the back of her throat, she seemed to suck him soft and then encouraged him to harden right back to perfection. The way she needed him... and always hoped to find him.

He pushed away from her and she looked up with a smile. "Stealing your soul?" She shuddered and then laughed. "As if you have one I can s.n.a.t.c.h."

"s.n.a.t.c.h?" His carnal growl told her she was only giving him more ideas.

She stretched her arms above her head and he playfully bit her nipple.

"I hope you're ready to f.u.c.k me." She moved closer as he slid his tongue between her lips and teeth.

"You know it." And as much as he wanted her sweet little p.u.s.s.y over his ready lips, he had a need much stronger than he cared to describe. He needed to be inside her and he'd move heaven and earth to get there.

She looked exhausted. He didn't care. His hand moved to her p.u.s.s.y just to be sure she had the desire and h.e.l.l, yeah, she clenched his fingers with plenty of it. And he knew how to cure her aches and pains. He throbbed with some of his own and he had a remedy he couldn't wait to show her.

He mounted her in the missionary position. "Moist and tight." Forming sentences only wasted time. He just needed to f.u.c.k. He stroked inside her once and then cursed himself. "d.a.m.n, I can't..." He looked down at her and then reached over to the bedside table. He pulled out something like handcuffs.

"f.u.c.k you," she said, her eyes dancing with amus.e.m.e.nt. "You're not going to cuff me after I gave you an awesome b.l.o.w. .j.o.b."

"Sa.s.sy mouth." He grinned, kissed her hard and then slapped a cuff on one of her ankles before he moved a strap over his back and caught the other one in a matching clasp. "How's that?"

Her arms draped around his shoulders as her legs circled around his back. "Why didn't you tell me you just wanted to make my life easy?" Her eyes danced.

"I want you in position," he growled before his head lowered to her nipple and he took the little nub between his teeth, right as her p.u.s.s.y slid over his c.o.c.k and made a grinding effort to stimulate a move.

"My tight woman, ah Tabitha...you're so f.u.c.king tight." His hips moved slowly into her. His thighs didn't just bunch, they f.u.c.king knotted from the knees up. He reached behind him and moved the belt up higher on his back. When he did, her legs moved with him and he had her, d.a.m.n did he have her right where she wanted to be and it didn't take her long to realize the spot he intended to claim.

"You feel so good, Almonzo. So good." Her eyes closed and she began her trip into s.e.xual bliss. She could have it but the journey would be a solo one because, d.a.m.n it all, he wanted to be as perverted as she would allow. He wanted to watch and he wanted to talk her through it.

He pressed his hand down on the pillow beside her head. "That's it, baby, come for me."

Her head moved from side to side, enjoying his d.i.c.k stroking her. A moan took her and then a gasp.

He moved his hips into her and her cries let him know he watched her unravel around him. He wasn't there yet and he resisted it until she finished. He wanted to witness her face twist into pleasure. "That's it, Tabitha. f.u.c.k me. Move closer. Now, don't move at all." In and out he slid into her hot heat. "Feel me, baby. Feel this." Harder, he worked his way into her and still he thought he could go just a few inches more.

"Let your body just have me. Take it all." He wanted her to ripple around him, with his c.o.c.k driving into her all the more. He watched the beads of sweat form over her brow. He'd let her drift with her eyes closed as he took her to the brink but now it was time to take her over. He knew where to find her G-spot. He let her feel him there just for a moment when he slid into place. Now, he'd let her ride out an o.r.g.a.s.m with his tip hitting it with every stroke.

"Open your eyes." He pulled out, almost completely.

"I can't, d.a.m.n you."

He bent down over her. One palm slightly above her head and the other tilting her chin, he kissed all the fervor he felt straight into her dangerous little mouth. "Now, open your eyes. Let me touch your heart. I want and need it."

Compliance proved difficult and defiance flushed her skin.

"My little h.e.l.lion." He set the pace for them again and didn't miss a beat. Not once did the tempo change, though her hands gripped his a.s.s with the intent to change it several times. He went for her spot and when he found it, took full advantage of the control it gave him.

"Almonzo!"

"I'm here, baby. See me. Feel me. I'm here." His pace didn't change but her voice did and each time, it soared one octave higher.

"There." He kissed her lightly before he withdrew from her completely.

"You didn't?" She questioned him with a brow, showing a little bit of her discomfort.

"I did enough when your hot little mouth possessed the best of me."

She climbed over him and peered down at him. "The best of you, huh?"

"d.a.m.n right." He closed his eyes and his smile of satisfaction told quite a tale. He thought his husbandly duties were complete.

She snickered. "We'll see what else you've got." Her p.u.s.s.y slid over his belly, grinding against him and leaving his c.o.c.k as ready as if the true f.u.c.king didn't sate enough. He could come. He could've come several times when he felt her body wrack with more and more pleasure. He resisted. He resisted because he needed her blood the next time he came and he was afraid to take it. He didn't want to greedily feast on what their baby needed.

"I know what you need." Her eyes told him she understood and when his d.i.c.k slid into place, the one place he felt certain she liked to have him, he didn't doubt he'd come.

Her little neck twisted over and then moved right under his lips. "Smell it. Taste it. Take it."

"f.u.c.k." His hips rose and fell against the mattress. Her delicious offer had him begging for it. Her tight p.u.s.s.y pressing into him pulsated with him. Need shook him quickly and, d.a.m.n it all, he wanted to resist but she drew out his teeth. She tempted the bite.

"h.e.l.l, yeah, I want you to f.u.c.k and I want it hard." She moved faster. Her hair draped over her shoulders and she sat taller and took her own b.r.e.a.s.t.s in her hands, taunting him as she played with her nipples.

His mouth watered. "Come here. Now."

"No. Watch. Look." She moved over him. Up and back she glided and then she added one final word. "Wait."

"No way in h.e.l.l." He moved up and grabbed her neck. He stared into her heavy eyes, moving into her with a c.o.c.k weighted down with the pleasure she allowed him. Ah yeah, he felt her. His forehead met hers and they both watched the in-and-out moves of pure s.e.x.

He savored her scent and, G.o.d, he smelled her. The blood she promised all but scented the air. His nostrils flared.

"That's it, baby," she coaxed. Her head went back and to the side and her wicked grin banished him from a long, slow ride. They'd enjoyed one already. She wanted more and with her desire she needed him to carry her to another world. The one he created for them.

Her p.u.s.s.y clenched and he marveled at how easily the woman came, his woman came whenever he called.