UNSHAKABLE (Able Series Book 4) (21 page)

“I want to love you slowly, baby. I want to take my time doing this . . .” I kiss her lips making love to her tongue as I push my hips gently into hers. “. . . . and this . . .” I whisper against her lips, my mouth finds her breast, biting, teasing her nipple as my hand caress the other. “. . . . and this. . . .” I let go of her nipple to bite the other, bringing it to its peak as my teeth clamp down on it. She moans sending volts of a lust filled shudder through me.

“Damien,” she whispers, grabbing my hair and pulling herself to me.

“Patience,” I say blowing at her hardened nipple as my mouth moves south.

I kiss every inch of her until my lips reach their heaven—her slick core waiting to be devoured by me. My tongue snakes out of my mouth parting her folds, causing her legs to open and my tongue to give her pleasure. I lick and suck on her clit pushing her to the edge, wanting her to fall and succumb to a euphoric orgasm. I stiffen by tongue, spearing her as my thumb plays with her swollen clit. Slowly I insert one finger then two, moving in and out of her, hitting the spot that would push her over as my tongue now loves on her sensitive nub.

“Oh. . . .” Another sensual noise reaches my ears as I watch her writhe before me. Her fingers claw at the sheets, her eyes close, and her mouth slightly parts while her chest rises and falls. With every intake of breath, my fingers feel the flutter of her inner muscles until. . . . the fluttering turns into spasms as her body shakes and her stomach clenches.

I climb my way back to her, kissing her body as I go. “First orgasm, baby. I’m going to give you number two.”

I’m hanging on by a thread, my dick as hard as steel. I kiss her deeply as I clamp my palm against hers, twining our fingers. I place our connected hands over her head seeking leverage to finally make us one.

“Wrap your legs around me.” A husky tone accompanies my words.

She complies with her eyes in complete surrender to mine. I’m so fucking hard that guiding my dick with my hand isn’t even needed. I’m right there at her waiting core, just one thrust and I’m home—I’ll finally be home.

“I,” I tell her thrusting forward gently. “. . . . love. . . .” Then another. “. . . . you. . . .” And another. “ . . . so much.” Finally, I break through the resistance as she takes a shaky breath in and expels it out. “You okay?” My thumb grazes her cheek as she smiles, inching forward giving my lips soft kisses. “Relax, baby. You feel so good. . . . so tight,” I confess thrusting unhurriedly, allowing her body to acclimate to mine.

Slowly and tenderly I move against her as her hips mimic mine. Gradually changing gears, I thrust into her as her thighs press against my hips, her feet digging into my ass, pushing me closer . . . wanting me deeper. I bury my face into her neck, my breathing hard, matching hers as she squeezes my hands while slamming her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust. I roll us over wanting her to take me . . . to make love to me.

With her eyes closed and her hands on my chest, her hair covers her well kissed nipples, her hips move gracefully. . . . rhythmically moving forward and slowly sliding back only to thrust faster then slower, driving me insane.

My wife owns every piece of me, and she’s the only one I’ll ever surrender every inch of myself to.

“Is this good?” She asks panting. She leans in, her lips touching mine.

My fingers spearing through her hair I say, “You have no idea how good.” My hands land on her hips as my own move upward.

“So . . . close,” another whisper from her. Her breath tickles my face.

I roll us over again as I rest her head on my palms, my lips meets hers, our tongues glide against each other while her thighs cradle my hips. We both move in sync heading toward that cliff, just about ready to fall.

We both fall together, just as I imagined it to be . . . outstanding. As she spasms around me, I tremble above her. While the tremors of our bodies dissipate and the wild beating of our hearts gradually slow down, its then that I notice something profoundly different—
she stills me
.

“You okay? Was it. . . . okay?” The uncertainty in her voice awakens me. Sadly, my silence gives her a different perspective.

“Okay? It’s not okay.” Her eyes widen in shock at my words. “It’s not okay, because it’s better than that. I’ve never felt so connected to someone as I do now. There’s nothing . . . there’s no one that could top this moment because you, my wife, are the only one who stills my heart and revs it back up again. I’m thankful you’re mine, but my heart is equally grateful that I’m yours.”

She pulls me in for a kiss which turns into something more because every moment with her leads to something far greater than the both of us. Her kisses become more determined, and even though I want to take her again, I know she must be sore. My mind can’t go there at all . . . the thought of her being in physical pain ails me.

“Baby, we have to stop. Why don’t we rest for a minute?” I lean back on my elbow as I tug her hair.

“I’m not that sore. Please, I want you to fuck me hard.”

I’m at a loss for words because I don’t think I could ever just fuck her. Physically I could, but my heart just won’t let it be that. For the longest time that’s what I did to women I shared a bed with, but now that I have this emotional connection with her, where every touch and every movement means so much more, fucking seems to be ill-suited—inappropriate.

“It will never be that between us, Sophia. I could be rough, forceful, but I will never fuck you—ever.” My eyes search hers trying to make her understand the sincerity in my words and the meaning behind them. “My wife will always be adored, every time I do this. . . .” I plunge inside her hard like she asked. “. . . . each time my lips do this . . .” I punctuate it with a kiss.

We move in complete perfection like we’ve done this a million times. I’m not surprised because loving someone
deep
in your soul
allows
your body to
follow
the direction of your heart, to
move
in love,
with
love
because
of love.

Fuck Me Hard
—A request I can’t grant. I’ll always love her hard . . . harder if she chooses, rough if she insists, even wildly close to being carnal, but it’ll never be fucking. No feelings are shared when you’re fucking someone—not a single drop. My feelings for Sophia are more than a drop; they can overflow a dam many times over.

Love Me Slowly
—A request I will always comply with. My body will always be gentle with hers, maybe have a moment of complete abandon, but it’ll always fall back on making love to her.

SOPHIA

IT’S BEEN THREE BLISSFUL WEEKS
since our wedding. Even though our honeymoon was cut short because of my dad’s campaign schedule, I’m grateful for that one day. I’m choosing to ignore our critics. I will though, enjoy the moment, be in the moment as Anna said.

“Babe, where are you?” My husband’s voice is tight, filled with tension.

“In the kitchen!”

I reach for a kitchen towel, wipe my hands, and put a smile on my face expecting him to pop in any second, but nothing. I scrunch my brows as I make my way toward the living room. I find him staring out the window, hands in his pockets, tie on the floor, and jacket hanging by a sleeve against our wingback chair. His entire stance shouts edginess.

“Are you okay?”

When he turns to face me, his look has an air of hunger, determined. I watch him walk toward me with purpose. He grabs my face with his hands, his mouth unmoving but pales in comparison with the urgency in his eyes.

“I need you,” he whispers as his fingers move against my cheeks. “I need to love you hard.”

I can only nod and let him take me however he wants. I’m his, body and soul.

His lips capture mine in an unapologetic kiss, owning me entirely. He twirls his tongue against mine, spearing strongly one second and gliding leisurely the next. His lips release mine and nibble his way down my neck while backing me against the wall. A loud gasp escapes me as he tears into my buttoned down dress shirt. His eyes wander over my exposed body, making me squirm with need and anticipation. He’s never been this overpowering—out of control.

“Mine,” he whispers as his index finger glides across my stomach, and along the edge of my panties.

His eyes follow his finger’s every move when suddenly he tears my panties in one swift move letting the scraps fall on the floor. His ministration continues as he glides his middle finger over my folds, back and forth making my entire body shake in longing.

“Hands over your head, baby.” His throaty tone does nothing to stop the shaking inside me.

I comply, and just as quickly he dips a finger inside of me followed by another. Setting in a rhythm so enticing my legs spread a bit wider wanting more of him . . . expecting more.

“Oh God. . . . Damien.” His thumb circles my clit one moment and presses against it the next, then back to circling around my completely swollen nub all the while keeping the rhythm of his fingers.

My breathless response is answered by a grunt followed with a husky tone. “You like what I’m doing to you? How I make you tremble?” Each question is paired with a fast come hither motion by his fingers pushing me over, making me tremble as he states.

“You want to come hard. . . . give me what’s mine, Wildflower.”

Without warning he abandons my wetness and lifts me up, laying me over the arm of the sofa and spreads my legs wide for his perusal. I’ve never been this exposed to anyone. Ever so slowly he dips his head and his tongue glides across my folds tasting me, inhaling my essence. As heavy shallow breathing leaves my mouth and echoes across the room, he alternates between his lips sucking hard and flicking his tongue in a slow caress against my very swollen, aroused nub.

His mouth retreats its assault, his fingers abandon my core, and his tongue pays tribute to the very place I want him to be thrusting until my body shutters uncontrollably into a euphoric release.

“Ahhhh. . . .” A soft moan escapes me as my legs clamp on his head as my body continues to tremble.

He throws my right leg over his shoulder, squeezes, and swats my ass cheek once as he growls, “More. . . . I want more.”

His fingers once again curls inside me, milking me for another orgasm and my body gives it to him. I shake. . . . I shudder . . . and my body falls into a satisfied spasm caused by his tongue, mouth, and fingers. He stands with a satisfied grin on his face as he drops his pants releasing his hard cock building my anticipation.

He moves my right leg once again and teasingly glides his finger over my leg as he gazes at me. “Now I’m taking what’s mine.”

My breath hitches as he places my leg over his shoulder and without warning slams into my waiting heat, hard and unforgiving. Every thrust is as powerful as the last, hitting me where my body sings. I’m consumed by his need for me, and it’s all I feel—he’s all I feel.

“You’re so tight, perfect for me. I adore loving you hard, Wildflower.”

His moans paired with each thrust pushes me against that delicious edge, but his words are what drives me over. With a few more pumps, loud moans from him and wanton gasps from me we both surrender to a powerful spasm. My leg falls to the side and wraps around his hip. Both breathless and completely satisfied, we stay connected as he covers my body sliding us to lie flat on the sofa.

“Was that too rough?” He mumbles, so much emotion coats his voice.

“It was amazing. I finally got fucked hard. I think you broke my vagina.”

He pulls back, face a blanket of misgiving. “I hurt you.” His voice soaked in regret.

I caress my husband’s cheek willing his worry away. “I loved it, enjoyed it, want more of it, babe. You didn’t hurt me at all. So, don’t worry.” My brooding husband still refuses to move and now a creeping sense of fear spreads its tentacles over me. “Is something wrong? Are you okay?”

“No, nothing’s wrong. And yes, I’m okay. Why shouldn’t I be?” His answer appears well rehearsed. I arch my brow at him needing to hear honesty, not a lame ass excuse. “Okay,” he sighs and then continues. “Well, your dad was in Virginia today, and you know every time he steps out of the White House it’s stressful until he comes home. That’s all. His schedule is more stressful than yours, okay?”

“You’re acting different, and I smell bullshit.”

He gets up and walk toward our room then stops after a few steps. He says over his shoulder, “You just have to trust me. How about we get cleaned up before Travis delivers our dinner?” He comes back to me and extends his hand and pulls me up.

After our food was delivered, Damien settles on the sofa and flips through channels. While I open the food containers, a picture of us on our wedding day is front and center alongside a document with what appears to be Nicole’s signature. The words ‘Termination of Pregnancy’ are highlighted.

My heart is at a standstill. I’m not numb yet because I can feel my heart’s every beat and feel its every pain.

As I read the caption, ‘Pregnancy in the White House and Termination—Sophia or Nicole?’ the shock sets in. Numbness spreads ever so slowly within me killing the happy which has been a permanent fixture in my heart since our wedding.