Tearing Down Walls (Love Under Construction Series Book 2) (70 page)

Laura’s face brightened. “Oh! That’s why I knew something had happened to you. I was trying to call you to tell you that I went Monday morning and what she said!” As she spoke, Laura got more and more excited, and Vic felt better just watching her expression.

“And?” he smiled.

“She said I’m fine. And she said the guys in your family have a reputation for being ‘demanding,’ so you should take it easy on me the first couple of times. And she told me some other stuff too. And . . .” she whispered as she ran her fingers through his hair, “she said there’s no reason I can’t get pregnant.”

Vic’s eyes flew open. “Really? Oh my god, angel, that’s, that’s . . . I’m so happy.” A breathtaking smile spread all the way across his face, and it thrilled her to see it.

“Yeah, there’s something she wants me to do first, but we’ll talk about that later. Right now I have something else I want to talk about.”

“Yeah?”

“Actually, I don’t want to talk.” Before Vic could say another word, Laura threw a leg over him and leaned down onto him, her arms winding around his neck, her mouth on his, insistent and determined.

When she came up for air, Vic choked out, “But I . . .”

“Double wrap it, baby. It’ll be fine. But Vic,” she said, licking her lips, “I need you. Right now. This scared me, and it scared me enough to know that I want to be yours and make you mine, and I don’t want to wait another minute, you hear me? Just take me. I’m ready.”

“Laura, do you . . .”

“Here. I’ll get the ball rolling.” She slid down under the sheets, only to have him pull her back up.

“Uh-uh! Not until I’m tested. But if you really want to do this . . .”

“Now. Right now. No more waiting.”

“You’re sure? You’re not afraid?” He reached for the condoms.

“No. Not anymore.” She gave him what she hoped was a sexy smile, and he kissed her – hard. In one fluid motion he rolled her over, his body restraining hers, his erection pressing into her belly. He forced her legs apart with his knees, then wrapped his arms around her waist and captured her mouth with his, his tongue seeking a partner and finding it, ready and willing. Then he pulled back and looked down at her. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“I’m not ready for it. I’m aching for it – for you. Please. I don’t want to wait another second.” She wanted to smile, but she was so aroused that all she could do was pant. Then she glanced down and almost squeaked.

She’d seen him erect before, but this was far past. His cock was almost frightening – harder than she’d ever seen it, thick and purple and throbbing with his heartbeat, visible even inside the double condoms. Laura wanted to be scared, but she couldn’t be; she wanted the power, the heat, the absolute maleness of that gloriously rigid shaft in her and she wanted it right that minute.

Vic paused for just a second, the head of his manhood finding its place, and he pressed into her slowly, gently, hesitantly. Laura felt the ache of the fullness and the burn of the stretch as her hot sheath opened to receive him, then gasped when he stopped, planted deep inside her.

“We’ll go slow, baby. If you need me to go slower, just say so. Don’t go farther than you’re comfortable with just because you think I want to, hear me? I want this to be good for you so you have a good memory of it.”

“I don’t think that’s going to be an issue,” she moaned. “Vic, please, baby, I need to move. I need you to stroke . . .”

“No, just hold still. Let your body get used to me and everything will be much better.” As they waited, he started a gentle stroking of her clit, then escalated to a more aggressive touch. Laura felt that building, the same one she’d felt when he’d licked her nub, but this was more insistent, more intense, and she thought something was wrong when she felt the sensation take over, a volcanic swelling, until she blasted into her orgasm, her hips trying to rock against Vic’s weight, her body begging him to rock into her.

When the smoke settled and her muscles had stopped knotting, he rose up on his knees, pressed her legs upward and smiled, then held her ankles in his hands and stretched her legs straight up and out. “The Yawning,” he announced.

“It has a name?”

“Yes. From the next book you’ll be reading, the Kama Sutra.”

“The what?”

“Eastern tradition. The greatest sex manual ever written. You will read it and look at the pictures, of course, and learn the positions, because you’ll be expected to perform every one of them with me until we have a repertoire of a dozen or so that are our favorites.”

“Yes, sir,” she saluted.

“Aw, shit, not again, Miss Smarty Pants. You want a Dom? You’re gonna get a Dom.” Vic pulled back and drove himself into her, giving her his entire length and breadth, deep and full.

“Oh my god!” Laura yelled out.

“You okay?” Vic’s eyes went wide and he looked terrified.

She grinned. “Hell, yeah! More, please? Please?” she panted.

He let out a huge sigh. “Scared me for a minute there. As you wish, princess.” The rhythm he set up took Laura away from everything that had happened to a place where there was only her and him and the love between them that was growing like Kentucky bluegrass after a summer rain. When she’d fallen into it, Vic pressed her knees to her chest, dropped down above her, and filled her, his hands around her waist, drawing her to him as he buried himself in her newly-awakened softness. It felt natural to her to wrap her legs around his waist, and she marveled at how their bodies worked together and how easy and comfortable it felt to be there with him, his hands on her, his hardness tunneling into her, the weight of his body feeding her unrestrained hunger for his shaft. Every stroke slammed the end of her channel, and she felt her womb rocking inside her belly, that feeling deep inside that told her this man was marking her as his in the most intimate way he could.

There was a oneness in their movements, their bodies, their souls, that Vic had never experienced before. Hundreds of women on four continents, all sizes, shapes, ages, colors, and nationalities, and yet he’d never felt as connected or complete with any of them as he did with the woman under him. Her love made him feel fresh and whole, and her innocence left him luminous. She was his sun, and her smile warmed him. He would never get enough of her – never.

“Vic? Something feels weird.” She wasn’t alarmed, but it was different, unusual.

“Does it hurt, baby?”

“No. It’s weird, but it feels good,” she purred.

“I think you’re going to come again, honey, but this time it’s vaginal and it’ll feel completely different. Hanging in there?” Vic was having a hard time talking to her; his own need was consuming him and killing his self-control, but he willed himself to wait for her, however long it took. Her satiation was all that concerned him.

“I’m hanging. Oh, god, Vic, I’m . . . oh god!” Laura’s hips started to rock of their own accord and she could feel her pussy tightening over and over, gripping his shaft, the flaring friction eating away at any inhibitions she had left until she was gasping over and over, “Fuck me, Vic, oh god, pound me. Please, please fuck me, baby. Sweet lord.” Her hands gripped his forearms, her nails digging into his flesh.

He didn’t – couldn’t – stop. The sensation overwhelmed her, making her beg him to pierce her deeper and faster. Vic murmured to her, “I want to give you all of me, angel, all my love, all my need, all my joy. The only gift anyone’s ever given me that was greater than your body is your love.” She cried out at his words as his cock probed her depths and made her shudder.

When he felt her start to contract around him again, Vic was determined to let her continue to ride the crest until she was exhausted, but it was a misery. She started to plead for more, her cries frantic and lusty, and that was all he could take. The ascending hardening and tightening in his sex was too much and, before he could tell her what was about to happen, he stiffened and let it all go, all the warmth and wetness, all the pain and fear, all the horror and the shame, and fell into the peace and softness that was his woman. He was somewhere beyond heaven, somewhere that didn’t have a name but needed one, because he wanted to go there again and again with her, hold her there, make her take the intensity of his urges and make her plead to join him in his raw, primal needs and wants, whether pristine or gloriously filthy. He slipped his hands from her waist to her ass and pulled her pelvis into him, grinding the head of his cock into her cervix, making her cry out in frenzied desperation. He felt her constrict around his dick one last time, then whimper.

His instinct was to drop onto her, but instead, he propped himself up with his hands and leaned down to kiss her. She answered him by putting a hand on either side of his head and drawing his face to hers, kissing him over and over, hard, insistent kisses full of tongue and blinding passion, wild and curling around them like ivy, locking them together. When she came up for air, she looked up at him with longing. “Please don’t ever pull out of me. I need you, every inch of you.”

Vic laughed, dropped onto her, and rolled them both to their sides. “Girl, I love you so much! Do you know how much I love you? I don’t even know how to tell you.”

“Not as much as I love you.” Laura smiled at him. “Was I good enough?”

“You weren’t good.” Laura frowned but Vic smiled. “You were my dream come true. And you will be every day for the rest of my life.”

“Uh-huh. Yeah. Good. No, we’re fine. Yeah, really.” Vic held the phone out away from his ear, pointed at it, and shook his head, all while wearing a goofy grin. Laura could hear yelling coming from the phone, and she laughed. He reluctantly put the phone back up to his ear.

“No, I swear, we’re okay. Yeah, it’s all fine; got the results of the testing and everything’s clear. Clayton insisted that I lay off work for a few days to get my feet back under me, and Albert’s watching over everything. You guys just have fun, okay? Don’t worry about us. We’re fine. Uh-huh. Yes. Yes, I will. Sure. Here she is. Love you too.” He handed the phone to Laura.

“Hey! No. Uh-huh. No, we’re fine, I swear. Yeah, it was, but it’s over now. Because you couldn’t have done a damn thing about it, and we didn’t want you to worry. I know, but . . . Okay. Yes. Yes, we will. You too. Uh-huh, love you too, and Tony. Have fun. Bye.”

“Good god! I won’t ever be able to hear out of this ear again,” Vic said with his hand over it. “He was cranked up.”

“Well, she wasn’t much better, but at least she wasn’t yelling.” Laura stopped and an amused smile broke across her face. “They’re actually mad because nobody told them to cut their trip short and come home to do nothing but wait. They really do love us, don’t they?”

Vic took the phone out of her hand, threw it on the nightstand, and wrapped his arms around her waist. He buried his face in her neck and said, “Yes, they do. We’re lucky to have them.”

“And we’re lucky to have each other,” she whispered to him.

“Luckiest thing of all. Know what makes me feel even luckier?” He traced her lips with his fingertip.

“What?”

“Getting lucky. With you.” Vic went to the window and opened the curtains wide so the sunlight streamed in, then climbed back into the big bed. “What are my chances of that happening?”

“You don’t need luck. Even though I’m so sore I can barely walk, I’d say still pretty damn good,” she laughed at him.

“Sorry ‘bout that. But you know I want you. I’m throbbing for you, girl.” He buried his face between her breasts and kissed upward, up her neck, her jaw, and across her cheek to her lips, then locked onto her and breathed a heavy-duty dose of super-heated lust into her mouth, followed by a nibble on her lower lip. When he ran his tongue down hers, she responded with a moan that set every cell in his body blazing, consumed in flames and glowing like a furnace. She came back at him with a growl and took his face in her hands, her thumbs smoothing his mustache and circling down to the double-dose of scruff on his jawline and chin, stopping a second to touch the soul patch in the depression under his lip, and then running down his neck, over his full pecs, and down to his washboard abs, the definition rippling under her fingers. As she drew her hands downward, her thumbs traced the patch of dark hair in the middle of his chest that narrowed into a direct line to his cock, ending at the prize.

She broke away and slid down his body, dragged his boxer briefs off, and cuddled into the space between his legs, drawing his already-hard blade into her mouth, gripping his hips as he flexed his pelvis and pressed the head of his cock into the back of her throat. He cried out and gripped the rungs in the headboard as he pressed deeper into her. Then, without warning, she stopped.

Laura looked at Vic’s abs. The scars from the wounds he’d taken trying to protect her were still pink and puckered, the surgical incision still dotted with suture marks, and she fought back tears. She traced the scars with her finger. “Does it still hurt?”

“Sometimes,” he answered. “Not bad, but sometimes it still hurts. But it could’ve been so much worse.” He stopped, then said in a broken voice, “I could’ve lost you. That would’ve hurt worse than anything he could’ve done to me.”