Part 5 (1/2)
Holding her with one arm, he used his other hand to slide along hers over her p.u.s.s.y. He heard the catch in her voice as he moved with her. Her juice coated his fingers, making it easier for him to work her c.l.i.t. His c.o.c.k was hard inside her.
”You're close. Let me feel you come around me.”
”I want you, Stephen.” She cried out as her climax held her in its grips. Her p.u.s.s.y grew tighter. Her finger kept moving, and he pounded her p.u.s.s.y holding her hips in his hands. He loved watching her t.i.ts move every time he f.u.c.ked her hard. He felt the pulse of his arousal grip him. His b.a.l.l.s got tight, and his c.u.m shot out of him inside her body. He growled as his release surged through him making him tingle from head to toe. They held each other riding out their climax.
When they came down, Stephen collapsed over her, holding his weight off her. She was panting for breath, and so was he. The moment he caught his breath he lifted up checking her body. He saw the red finger prints on her hips and knew they would be bruised by morning.
She touched her side. ”They don't hurt.”
His c.o.c.k was still inside her. He didn't want to lose the connection with her. Holding her in his arms, he moved into a sitting position with her help. She lay in his arms with her head on his shoulder. He brushed her hair aside, stroking the length.
Ursula looked at him.
”You're mine now,” he said. He felt the words like a state of owners.h.i.+p. Ursula was his woman, and he would be keeping her.
He knew he needed to talk to the other men at the club. This feeling inside him was something he'd never experienced before. She kissed him before laying her head back on his shoulder.
Stephen knew he would do anything to protect her. All he needed to do now was convince her of his own feelings.
Chapter Six.
Ursula lay in his arms not knowing what to do. Being with him had been one of the best experiences of her life. She liked the thought of being his woman, but did he mean the words, or were they just the after moments of really good s.e.x? His arms surrounded her. He played with her hair while she stroked his chest. She touched his nipples feeling the way his body changed.
”You're sleeping in my bed,” he said.
She smiled. He no longer asked but told her. She didn't mind. Why didn't she mind? No man had ever gotten away with ordering her around. Stephen was different. She'd known he was different from the first moment they met. His brooding reeled her from the start. She had wanted to bring him out to see him smile.
”Do you want something to eat?” he asked. She shook her head. Words failed her when usually she could do nothing but talk. ”I don't like you not communicating. What's wrong?” He took hold of her chin getting her to look at him.
”Nothing,” she said with a smile. ”I'm simply basking from being together.” Ursula wrapped her hands around his neck.
”That's it. Hold onto me.”
She squealed, holding him in a death grip. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he lifted up off the floor. Stephen was a tall man, and glancing over his shoulder made it look like a long way down.
”What are you doing?” she asked. ”You're going to give yourself a hernia or even worse, break your back holding me. I'm not skinny, Stephen. Put me down.”
What did she get for her trouble? A slap on the a.s.s. The heat from the sting made her bite her lip. She couldn't believe how turned on she was from his love taps. Some of them had hurt, too.
”You're not going anywhere. I've got you.”
”I'm not light. You're going to hurt yourself.”
”Ursula, I lift weights, and I like the way you are. Stop moaning, and hold onto me.”
She wouldn't be able to let go. ”I'm afraid of heights.”
”I'm not that tall.”
He moved out of the room to the stairs. She squealed. ”You're not taking me up those stairs. I can walk Stephen.”
”Hold onto me.”
She tried to squirm away from him, but he held his ground. ”Stephen!”
”Mr. Knox to you.” He slapped her a.s.s then held her as he began walking up the stairs, each step making her jolt in his arms.
She glared at him. ”I've never called you Mr. Knox, and I'm not going to start now.”
”Sir, then, or Master.” Ursula went to challenge him on the t.i.tles, but she stopped as she liked the sound of them. She smiled. Laying her head against his ear, she licked his lobe before biting down gently. ”Are you going to f.u.c.k me again, Sir?” she asked.
He stopped. She looked past her shoulder to see they'd made it up the stairs.
”What did you say?” he asked.
She leaned back enough to see him. ”Are you going to f.u.c.k me again, Sir?” She spoke the words again, only this time she said them with a smile.
His c.o.c.k hardened against her stomach. While she was fighting to be free of his arms so she could walk up the stairs, he'd pulled free of her.
”Do you like that? When I call you asir'?”
He pressed her up against the wall. The command in his body made her melt from the very core and out. ”You have no idea how much I like that.” He kissed her hard, sliding his tongue against hers. The action made her aware of other slick parts sliding inside her body. She moaned holding him close.
Stephen carried her to his room. He didn't stop and went straight through to his bathroom. He let her down, and she was conscious of his seed sliding down the inside of her thigh. The heat filled her cheeks as he ran a bath. Paul had never cared for her like this. When Paul was done, he'd roll over and go to sleep.
She waited until he helped her into the warm soapy water. She smelt lavender and relaxed against the tub. Stephen climbed in behind her, pulling her to straddle his waist once again. He kissed her lips, cupping her back and hair.
He grabbed the soap, lathering his hands before he applied them to her body. Stephen started at her back, rubbing his hands against her skin. His touch made her yearn for more. The care and attention he was devoting to her made her heart ache. She could easily fall in love with him. The way she seemed to be his whole world. She was sure no matter what happened, she would be the centre of his world.
In no time at all, he was lathering her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and belly. She sucked in her stomach to try to make herself look thinner. He tapped her thigh where it lay down his side. ”Don't ever try to be someone different with me. I love the way you are, Ursula. I would never want you to change.”
She didn't say a word and stopped sucking in her tummy. He went back to soaping her body, but his words stayed with her.
”I love the way you are.” What did he mean by that? Did he love her body, her personality, or did he love her? He pressed his fingers between her thighs. The water of the bath washed the soap off his fingers. He touched her intimately, wiping away his s.e.m.e.n. She knew that was what he was doing.
”We didn't use a condom,” she said.
”I know. I didn't want anything between us.”
”You weren't worried in case I caught something off Paul? I haven't. I have regular checks.”
Why am I asking him this? Are you trying to scare him off?
”I know you.” He kissed her lips then handed her the soap.
”How do you know me? We've not known each other that long.” She soaked his back and chest, loving the feel of his hard muscles beneath her hands. By the time she got down to his c.o.c.k he was long and hard. She washed his hard length, enjoying the sounds he made as she did so. He turned her around using a sponge to wet her hair. Next, he poured some soap and began was.h.i.+ng her hair. She closed her eyes as his fingers calmed her down. He washed the shampoo out and then did the same with the conditioner. When she was clean, she did the same for him.