Kristel

 

I can’t remember a time when I slept so deeply. Here, nestled in Andre’s arms, I feel as though I’m in a good dream. He’s hot and hard against me, and my body curls closer to his. My hands clutch around one of his arms, and I sigh my contentment. I smile as I feel the fur of the bear against my side, but the unanswered question I asked him last night nags at me. What did happen to his mother? And what about his father? Does he have any siblings? What brought him into this lifestyle in the first place?

 

Question after question rushes through my mind, and I open my eyes to look at his face. I smile and touch his cheek, and my fingers trace along his jaw. This is the man who will be the father of my child. I need to know more about who he is.

 

A rumble stirs in his throat, and he buries his face into his pillow. With a low laugh, I kiss the lobe of his ear and hold him tighter. “Morning, sleepy head.”

 

“No… it can’t be morning yet. Still asleep.”

 

“It’s morning. That means you have to get up.”

 

“No…” He pushes his face deeper into the pillows and hefts a heavy sigh. His arms tighten around my body, and I can’t think of a way for us to be closer than we are now.

 

My hands slide along his face before I pinch his nostrils closed. After a moment, he shakes his head and pushes away my hand, his eyes narrowed on my face. We stare at each other for several long moments before he presses his mouth to mine. I sigh and rub my hands over his chest, and my lips part for him. His tongue slides into my mouth, and I’m all too happy to suck on it. He tastes absolutely divine.

 

His body rolls over my own, and his hands slide into my hair. I close my eyes and smile, and a sigh parts my lips further. He’s still inside me, and as his hips begin to rock, slowly at first and then faster. I kiss him deeper and moan into his mouth as my own hips roll in slow, circle motions beneath him. He gasps and cups one of my breasts, and his fingers clench around it in a hard, steady squeeze. The ache that comes from it sends a shudder of pleasure through my body. My fingers reach up and clench in his hair to keep him where he is, but he pulls away. I try to follow his mouth with my own and end up sliding my lips against the length of his neck. He nibbles along my shoulder before his mouth presses kisses across the swell of my breast.

 

“Mmm, that feels nice.” I hold onto his hair. While I love how he feels, my mind is on other things. “Andre?”

 

He makes a sound that’s like a murmur, and soon he’s looking at me.

 

“Your mom… why won’t you tell me about her?”

 

His entire body goes very still. He’s barely breathing. I’m certain he’s going to get up and leave me here, but he plays his fingers through my hair instead. “Her name was Patty Zelnick. Her and my dad led a biker gang called Death Riders back in the day. I know, it’s a cliché name, but they were 80 strong; no one could touch them.” He draws in a deep breath and looks toward the wall. “One day the cops showed up at our home. I was only 12. I was in the kitchen with mom trying to help her with breakfast. Anyway, my dad tried to talk the cops down, but one of them saw some of dad’s guys with guns in the living room. They weren’t being careful, the fucking idiots. One of the cops pulled a gun, and then suddenly there were pops of gunfire coming from everywhere. Everyone was shooting at each other. Mom told me to hide under in the cupboard under the sink, so I did.”

 

He takes in a deep breath, and I can feel him shaking. My arms tighten around his face, and I kiss him a few times. He gives me a brief smile before he continues.

 

“When the shooting stopped, I waited in that cupboard for I don’t know how long. I could hear people moving around. A lot of them sounded hurt. The police radios were chattering, but I didn’t really know what any of it meant. When the cupboard doors opened, it wasn’t my mother who reached in to get me, but my dad. It was a while after we got out of the house that I found out what had happened to mom.”

 

Silence fills the room, and I wait for him to speak again. His brow is furrowed, and his whole face looks pinched in sadness. It’s like he’s not actually here with me, but somewhere else entirely. I press my forehead to his own and sigh; my hands are still there on his face. Between the first night I met him and now, everything seems like a chaotic whirlwind; and even though we have talked about the baby, I feel like I don’t really know Andre or anything about his past. That needs to change.

 

“Andre… it’s okay. I know this is hard for you.” I swallow and press my lips to his. My voice softens even further. “You can tell me what happened to her.”

 

“Right now I just need to fuck you into my bed.”

 

His hips shift, and I gasp at the sensation of his hard member still deep inside me. I rock my body against his own and slide fingers through his hair. He rolls me over until we’re both on our sides. I feel the warmth of one of his hands against my waist, and I hold onto his hair as my tongue laps against his bottom lip. He kisses me deeply, long and hard, and I let him take the tangling of our lips and tongues wherever he wants them to go. The taste of him alone distracts me from my goal, and I moan into his mouth.

 

With a whimper, I push him onto his back and squeeze my thighs against his hips. I push my chest out and tilt back my head so that he can have a perfect view of my breasts. My hips roll and rotate in a slow rhythm while my hands slide down his chest. I caress both pecs at the same time, my digits sliding over tight nipples. His hands, large and warm, squeeze my breasts and make me gasp. He leans up and sucks on one, and our eyes meet. I feel a flush rise to my cheeks, and I rock harder on his length while a smile draws across my mouth. Taking his chin, I pull up his mouth and kiss him again. His powerful body rolls me onto my back again, and I cry out his name as he pounds me into the grizzly fur.

 

I lock my ankles around him, and one of my heels digs into the small of his back. My thighs clutch at him, squeezing as my womanhood tries to drag him in deeper and deeper. The emotion that pushes him to crash against my body over and over again has me breathless and begging him for more. A long, throaty moan is lost in our kiss as his fingers rub my clit. The bundle of nerves feel like they’re on fire under his touch, and my thighs open wide for him. My ankles unhook from his back to fall to both sides of him. His tongue tastes delicious in my mouth as I suck on it hard while massaging it with my own.

 

With a series of cries and gasps, my body bucks and thrashes beneath him. Climax comes quickly, but with his insistent rubbing and stroking, it lasts for an incredible 60 seconds. My feminine walls throb and clamp desperately around his member, and I use those muscles to stimulate him into climaxing with me. I hear him cry out in what I can only imagine is pleasure. A thrill rushes through me like a wave, which sends hot tingles under my skin. My whole body tightens around him, and our juices mix together. The sensation of his seed as it fills me makes me cry out his name until my voice cracks.

 

“Kristel… fuck. You feel so damn good.” He’s pounding me so hard it almost hurts, but I don’t care. I cling to him and writhe beneath him while my mouth kisses his own. My lips eventually drag across his jaw to his ear, where I suck and lick. I almost laugh as he shudders over me, and I roll us over again so that I’m above him. My hands splay firmly across his chest.

 

“So do you…” I hug him close as our bodies grow still. My fingers stroke through his hair. I kiss him softly as my eyes close, and a sigh parts my lips. “So good…”

 

He pants hard underneath me, out of breath. With a smile, I nuzzle him with my nose and squeeze my thighs around his hips. My hands slide along the length of his neck to his shoulders, and my mouth lowers to brush across his. His eyes open to look at me, and the smile on his face takes my breath away.

 

“Hey…”

 

He smiles more, and I swear there’s a twinkle in his eyes. “Hey.”

 

My body lowers across is, and I relax over the length of his body. I cuddle him close while bringing a blanket over us both. “Andre?” I wait a heartbeat before speaking again. “When are you going to tell me what happened to your mom?”

 

He looks away from me, and I see a frown touch his lips. His fingers curl against my shoulders as that emotion dominates his features again. He looks angry and distraught at the same time, but this is important to me.

 

“Andre. If you tell me what happened to your mom, I’ll tell you something personal about me. Is that fair?”

 

His blue eyes drift back to me, but the frown is still there. “Yeah. That’s fair.”