Page 41 of Stolen Salvation

His hands gripped her ass as he lifted her hips to get a better angle as he flicked his tongue over her clit until she rolled her head back. Using one hand to keep her where she was, the other travelled over her channel feeling the wet heat of her arousal as he pushed two fingers inside her and stroked over the spot he knew would tip her over the edge.

Her legs shook as she drew in a breath before a keening cry erupted as her thighs squeezed his ears and she came hard. Noah lapped up her juices, loving every last taste as he gentled his movements and gave her a second as he stood and grabbed his wallet.

Rolling a condom down his sensitive length, he squeezed hard to get his errant dick under control. Sinking to the bed he hooked her knee behind his hip as he notched his cock to her entrance.

Holding himself there he looked at her, his lips inches away from hers. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Noah, I want this. Make love to me.”

He sank into her to the hilt, her tight walls almost strangling him and stilled as her nipples brushed the slight covering of hair on his chest through the lace.

“Lose the bra, baby. Let me see you.”

Charlie reached back and unhooked the bra, causing the chain around her neck that had fallen into her hair when she lay back to fall forward. Instantly, he recognised the two bands on the chain. Her diamond engagement ring and the wedding band he’d had made to match.

His heart almost stopped before beginning to hammer as he tried to understand the feeling in his chest. Joy. It was joy and hope and all manner of other things that cemented his love for her and his guilt for assuming she’d betrayed him.

“Noah, you need to move.”

A smile peppered his lips as he kissed her and then did as she asked, moving his hips as they found a rhythm which drove them both mad. Lifting on both forearms, he rocked into her slow and steady, watching the pleasure on her face build and build before he changed the movement and dragged her back from the edge.

“Noah!”

Her voice held a desperate tone and he smiled. “What, baby?”

“I need to come.”

“Who do you belong to?”

Her eyes went wide as she sensed his game, but instead of conceding, she one-upped him as he’d known she would. His Charlie was nobody’s fool and she played to her own tune. As she squeezed her inner muscles around his cock, he thought he might black out from pleasure as his spine tingled. Releasing him, she hooked his leg and flipped him to his back so she was astride him, his cock buried deep inside her.

Her grin made him feel alive as she planted her hands on his chest and chased her own orgasm as he watched, enjoying the show.

“That’s it, baby. Ride my cock, take what you need.”

Her moan ringing in his ears was the only response as her muscles clenched and she came around his cock. She was magnificent, totally unapologetic in her need. It was the most beautiful sight in the world, and he knew he couldn’t give this up ever again.

Gripping her hips, he thrust up into her warm, wet heat, her tits bouncing with each movement of his hips. “Touch your tits, baby.”

Her hands moved over her lush, full breasts as his thumb circled the nub of nerves at her centre. Every part of his body began to tingle as he chased his orgasm and as she cried out, her body stiffening, he let go and came hard, his seed spilling into her perfect body.

Bishop’s heart pounded loud in his ears as Charlie sank against his chest, her energy seeming to leave her like a light being switched off.

Caressing her back with the tips of his fingers he felt her shiver. “You cold?”

“Nah, just ticklish.”

Raising up he kissed her head, loving the feel of her relaxed against his body, his still semi-erect cock inside her. “I need to deal with this condom.”

“Hmm.”

Bishop chuckled low and untangled himself from the woman who held his world in her hand. “Be back.”

Dealing with the condom was something he hated but if it kept her safe he’d do what he had to do. His mind went to a few days ago and the unprotected fuck against the wall. He couldn’t regret it. He could never regret being with Charlie in any way, but he was ashamed for not thinking it through and asking the question. The truth was, he hadn’t been thinking at all. He’d been driven purely by emotion and instinct.

Finishing up, he walked back into the bedroom to find Charlie sprawled across the bed on her belly, snoring softly. He felt a smile on his cheeks at the sight so familiar and beloved. She’d always crashed after sex, but this time he recognised it wasn’t just the sex that had worn his girl out, it was lack of sleep too.

She was too thin, her ribs visible on her slim frame and he knew he had to help her heal and maybe in the process fix things between them. Crawling back into bed, he pulled her across his chest and covered them both before letting sleep take him.