Laying a Foundation: Bonus volume: Includes series prequel, The Groundbreaking (The Love Under Construction Series) (41 page)

“Oh, baby, don’t cry!” he said, his tone as gentle as he could make it. “
I’m
sorry. Steve said I should tell you, but I knew you’d have a fit. I was hoping this would get resolved and you’d never have to know. I should’ve listened to him. I should’ve had more respect for you. I’m just so, well, hell, I’m scared. I’m terrified something will happen to you, and that would kill me.” He waited. “Honey, please say something. Forgive me. Please?”

She started to cry harder, and he was afraid for her again. “Baby, everything’s all right. Look, don’t try to drive. I’ll come over there, okay? I’ll grab a few things and be there in a couple of minutes. Don’t cry. Everything will be fine as long as we stick together. They want to hurt me, and if we’re divided, it’ll make everything easier for them. We’ve got to stay focused and on the same page, stick together.”

He heard her trying to stop the sobbing, and she managed to say, “Okay.” Then she cried out, “Oh, Tony, please, come and hold me!” and started sobbing again.

“Be there in a minute, love. It’s all going to be okay.”

When he opened the door, she flew into his arms and was still wailing. He held her so tight he was afraid he’d crack her ribs, and she clung to him like a child. When he realized she wasn’t calming down, he finally picked her up and carried her to the sofa, choking and sobbing. They sat with her in his lap for what seemed like an hour, his fingers lovingly stroking her hair, her face buried in the warmth of his neck. With his eyes closed, the scent of her made him feel like he was sitting outside in the sunshine on a warm summer day. She finally quieted, with only an occasional sob escaping, more like a hiccup, and he could feel her relax.

Finally, he asked, “You okay?” She nodded against him. “We’ve got that under our belts now.”

“What?” She sounded shaky and tired.

“Our first fight!” he chuckled. She kissed the side of his neck. “That was fun, huh?”

“No!” She sat up and glared at him. “It was awful. I was sick to my stomach. I don’t ever want to be that mad at you again.” She looked like she was going to start crying again, but Tony pinched her nipple and she smacked his hand. “Oh, no, sex will not get you out of this, buster. You’ve got some explaining to do.”

“No, I don’t. You know why I did this.”

“Yeah, yeah, blah, blah, blah. Just don’t do it again, please? Tell me everything. I don’t like being scared for no good reason.” She cuddled back down onto his chest.

“Okay, I promise. I’ll never keep anything like this from you again. I just want you safe, that’s all.” He kissed the top of her head. She pulled herself up, faced him, and planted a hot, passionate kiss right on his lips. Then she forced his mouth open with her tongue, and stroked until his tongue met hers. She climbed astride his lap, and Tony felt his cock come to life under her.

He slid his hands under her top, got hold of the bottom edge, and pulled it over her head, then reached around and unclasped her bra, took it off, and threw it on the floor with her top. Attacking one nipple with his mouth, he took the other between his thumb and forefinger and she arched her back and gasped, her breasts swelling and rising toward him, then let out a raspy sigh. His teeth teased her hard peak, and he pinched the other one savagely, making her squirm on top of his growing hardness and moan. After a couple of minutes she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back, but Tony didn’t let go, and her breasts stretched out painfully, then snapped back, bouncing softly when he released them. Nikki jumped up off his lap, grabbed his hand, and pulled him up off the sofa.

“Let’s go.” She grabbed her top and bra from the floor and led him toward the bedroom. “Makeup sex is the best. Come on!”

“I’m with you.” And with that, he let her lead him down the hallway to heaven.

Did she ever get tired? Tony couldn’t believe she was still riding him, or that he was still hard as stone. Even though he felt like he was going to blow his balls, he was concentrating on making her come again. Nikki had already exploded once, and he was determined to wear her out, even though he wasn’t certain that could be done. Picking up his pace, stroking her clit as fast as he could, he watched her writhe and go wild, screaming and fucking him with an absence of consciousness that blew his mind. Nikki’s pussy clamped down on his swollen shaft, milking his cock of every drop, and then she dropped onto his chest, limp and drenched in sweat.

Tony flipped her over and crawled down between her legs. His cum ran from her slit and down onto the sheets, but he didn’t care; hell, he reveled in tasting himself all over her, his scent mingling with hers, creating a heady, intoxicating blend that rendered him very nearly mad. He slid his fingers up her slit, under her hood, and moved it up so her tender nub was completely exposed, then watched with glee as that one simple action caused her pussy to weep profusely. Nikki moaned and wound her fingers in his hair, then tipped her hips up so she was offering herself to him. Instead of using his tongue, Tony wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked. She cried out and shook. He continued to suck, occasionally running his tongue up and over the swelling bud, then sucking again. Knowing it was driving her nearly insane, he kept it up. She pulled his hair ever so slightly, and he attacked with greater gusto, sucking hard, making her hips shiver and buck. As he drew the tiny nub into his mouth, it hardened and lengthened like a tiny cock, and Tony could feel his own hardness readying to take her. He stopped for a minute to adore the root of her arousal and blew on it gently; it was beautiful, an exquisite pearl in its soft, lovely shell. Nikki gasped when his breath hit her sweet spot, then moaned long and low, and Tony went back to work. Her hips started to thrust and her moans turned to a continuous, guttural sound that told him she was getting closer.

Nikki’s thrusting became more frantic and she cried out, “Tony, I’m coming! Oh, god!” He could tell she was there – almost. Then he stopped.

Nikki looked down at him, confused. “Whaaaa . . . what are you doing?” she cried out.

“What’s wrong, baby?” His voice was as smooth as warm syrup.

“Oh, god, I need it. Please!”

“Okay,” he said simply, and started back in, sucking and pulling on her clit, harder and more vigorously than before. Her hips started to thrust again, and her moans got louder. Tony could tell she was right at the edge of her orgasm, and he stopped again.

The look on her face was a mixture of confusion and frustration. “What are you doing?” she practically screamed. “Are you kidding me? Tony, give it to me! Please! I want it so bad.”

His voice was cool and detached. “Want what?”

“Sweet mother of god, what are you trying to do to me?” she whined. He watched her belly shake with orgasmic tension.

Tony grinned up at her; she didn’t look amused. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Something bothering you?”

Nikki threw her head back on the pillow and arched her back. “Make me come or I’ll take care of it myself. I can’t stand this.”

“Sure that’s what you want?” he asked again in an ominous tone.

“Yes! God, yes. I need it,” she whimpered.

“As you wish,” he replied calmly and tucked into her. He sucked her clit back into his mouth roughly, and she screamed and thrust her hips toward his face. As he sucked, he ran his tongue up and down the center of the enflamed bud, and her screams got louder, her thrusts more violent. Grabbing her hips, he held them down, which made her cry out more frantically and thrash wildly as he continued to suck and lick, hard. Nikki’s hands wound into his hair again and she pulled a handful while he sucked as hard as he dared, so hard that his teeth raked her tender nub. Her back arched impossibly high, and she screamed his name as she fought to thrust, her hands grabbing the headboard, her biceps straining, every muscle in her body coiling like a cobra ready to strike. Tony didn’t let up, and the waves of her orgasm consumed her, burning through her like wildfire. Nikki shrieked incoherently as Tony continued to tug and suck, and she begged him to stop, to turn her hips loose, to take his mouth off of her, but he wouldn’t. Finally, her voice turned to a hoarse whisper, her body convulsing uncontrollably, and Tony stopped.

Nikki didn’t move or make a sound. Tony propped himself up on her thighs, leaned down, and kissed her clit, by then swollen and enormous, rising up and out from under its hood. When his warm lips touched it, her hips jumped. He kissed up her soft belly, over her navel, up her ribcage, first one nipple and then the other, and up her chest and neck, watching the twitching as he touched each spot, until he reached her mouth, claiming it with his tongue. Nikki kissed him back and whispered, “Please, baby, I need you inside me.”

His dark, hot cock throbbed for her, and he knelt between her legs, wrapped his arms up and under her knees, and lifted her up to him, then slid into her. She was so wet that there was no resistance, and he fell into a perfect rhythm with a singular purpose; to fill her masterfully and forcefully, control her body and soul, and to remind her that, beyond any doubt, she was his and his alone. The sight of his bulging pecs set her heart racing and lit her skin on fire. When she moaned and stiffened, he pumped her harder and faster, smiling with satisfaction as he watched her lose all control. Within seconds the orgasm ripped through her and she came violently, crying out his name over and over and reaching for him. Tony pounded into her until he yelled out, “Oh, baby, fuuuuuck me!” and filled her so full of his hot essence that he was sure he’d soaked the sheets. He fell backward onto the bed, spent to the point that he wasn’t sure he could move.

Silence filled the room; only their breathing stirred it. Tony finally pulled himself together enough to crawl up the bed and wrap his arms around her. Nikki kissed his chest and teased the triangle of dark hair there, then buried her nose in it and breathed his scent in deeply.

“Still mad at me?” Tony whispered.

“For what?” Nikki asked, weak and drenched in sweat.

“Best answer in the world.” He kissed the top of her head and heard her let out a long, satisfied sigh just before she dropped off.

Tony looked down at the sleeping woman in his arms, her head on his chest, her hair crazy and draped across his arm like fine brocade. Morning light was seeping in around the drapes and blinds in her little bedroom, but the alarm clock hadn’t gone off yet, and Nikki was sleeping the sleep of the dead. With great tenderness he pushed a lock of hair off her forehead, and she opened one sleepy eye and looked up at him. The smile he gave her was full of so much adoration that it made her smile back.

“Are you watching me sleep?” she asked in a whisper.

“Yes. You know, this is my favorite time of the day.”

“Morning? You like morning best?” She stretched against him.

“Yeah. I love waking up with you in my arms, your head on my chest, your soft, even breathing. It’s so quiet and peaceful, and for those few minutes there’s no one in the world but you and me. I love it – I love you. There’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be.” He kissed her on the forehead.

She kissed his chest. “I love you too. I don’t ever want to wake up and find myself without you.”