Chapter 4
The Nights Are The Best Part
Rone
He was going to be a dad! Rone couldn’t believe it. Best of all, he had the woman of his dreams tucked right there into his arms.
Heather took a step back and moved the tray with her equipment and inks out of the way. She turned, fire in her eyes. It was her fire that he loved, her spirit, her beautiful, amazing spirit that never ever quit loving him.
“Get on the chair,” she commanded.
Lord, he loved when she used that tone, when she told him exactly what she wanted. He didn’t hesitated to comply. He sat back down and Heather straddled him, a leg on either side of his wide hips. She bent her head and claimed his mouth, kissing him, a kiss that seared and claimed and melted him. He couldn’t believe that after years together, kissing her was still like the first time. No, it wasn’t like that at all. It was so much better. He kissed her with the experience of a lover who knew exactly what she liked, the sounds she made, the scent of her body and the taste of her silky skin.
Her tongue stroked his in sweet, seductive strokes. He moaned, low in his throat, letting her steal his breath and capture the sound, take it into her own mouth and swallow it down her throat. He coiled inside his stomach. He lifted his hands and burrowed them in the loose bun she had coiled on top of her head. The silky dark strands of her hair cascaded down, framing their faces as the pins in her hair went flying.
“I want you naked,” he rasped, breaking the kiss, voice deep and gravelly.
“And I want you inside of me.”
His cock nearly punched out of his jeans. “I want to give you everything,” he said hoarsely. “Everything you want.”
Her hands flew between them, undoing the bottom of his jeans and unzipping his fly. She struggled to pull his jeans down. He arched up on one arm, holding her with the other, putting an inch of room between himself and the chair and finally his jeans gave way.
Heater shifted away. She moved off of him, ripped off her leggings and threw them to the side. She still had that long black tunic on and it covered all the parts of her he wanted to see.
When she shifted back on top of him, the heat of her naked skin pressed against the head of his cock, he knew he didn’t want to just see her. Never that. The sight of her was never enough. He needed her to fill up each and every one of his senses. He needed to touch her, inhale her sweet scent, the scent of Heather, the woman he loved. He needed to taste her body, to hear the lusty moans of pleasure ripped from her throat.
She took him slowly, sinking down one inch at a time, torturous. She was rapture and heaven. She was everything he needed, everything he knew he wanted and everything he didn’t know that he did.
She moved slowly, eyes open, watching him, watching as she rocked back and forth, taking him deeper. She was so warm and so damn tight. He wanted to watch her watch him, her lips pressed into a thin line, her brow furrowed in concentration, but he was afraid if he kept his eyes open a second longer he was going to lose it and that would be the end of their christening her room. He didn’t want the place to become a five second joke, so he screwed his eyes shut and tried to block out the sound of Heather’s raspy breaths.
He tried not to concentrate on the feel of her, the heat washing through him at the heat of her. He tried very hard not to focus on the way his balls tightened, on the slow rock and grind of Heather’s hips, on the little moans of pleasure torn from her throat. She undulated against him, grinding hard, taking her pleasure.
His hands gripped her hips and rocked her hard. And then, because he couldn’t take it a second longer, he reached between them and his hand found her clit. He slammed his face forward and suckled her breasts right through the thin tunic. She had on one of those lace bras that was basically a scrap of fabric. Her nipples were hard right through both layers.
He bit down, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to send a shock wave through them both. He knew just how much pressure to apply to her clit to send her hurtling into another universe. She came around him, her inner muscles clenching tight on his cock. He didn’t need any encouragement to let go. He came in hot bursts, deep inside of her.
They rocked together, coming back down, their breaths slowly to a normal cadence once more.
Heather slowly moved away. “Well…” she cleared her throat. “That was… unexpected.”
“But good. I hope.”
“Always.” Her smile lit up the room. She grabbed her leggings and tugged them back on. She glanced at the tray of inks. “I think we can finish this another night. If not, I’m going to have reset everything up. I doubt it would be sterile.”
“Whatever you want. Although, would it look stupid to walk around with an outline half done?” He’d completely forgotten about his arm burning, but now that he had, it throbbed. “I think the numbing cream has pretty much worn off.” He looked over at his arm. “And maybe some of the stencil too.”
Heather shook her head and made a little chiding noise. “Bad boy. You’ve ruined my artwork.”
“This is on me for life!”
“I’m kidding. I can redo the stencil. Don’t worry. I’ll clean up, set up again just to make sure everything is totally clean and finish up the outline. I’m not going to let you walk out of here with a bad tattoo. Ever.”
“Might as well finish it then. Since we’re already here.”
“Yeah?” She actually looked impressed. She bent over the chair and gave him a long, lingering kiss, full of heat and intent. He was instantly rock hard again. “I’ll give you a moment to readjust your jeans while I start setting up again.” She winked at him wickedly. She moved away, but turned back a minute later. “You know what I love about you, Rone?”
“There’s just one thing?”
“Definitely not. I love most of all that life is always a surprise. Each and every single day is just… awesome. Much better than I thought it would be.”
“And the nights? What are they like?”
She rolled her eyes and turned back. Her soft answer drifted over to him, filling him with heat and love and all the hope in the world.
“The nights are the best part.”
He knew he was the luckiest man in the world and every single day just kept getting better.
The End