Chapter 9 - Walker

I groan low in my throat as I sink into Naomi"s scorching heat. She"s slick and impossibly tight around me, gripping me like a velvet glove. I have to grit my teeth against the urge to start pounding right away.

Beneath me, she"s flushed and panting - the most alluring sight I"ve ever laid eyes on. Her nails drag down my back, leaving stinging trails that only spur me on further. I lean in to capture her plump lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing her needy whimpers.

When I finally draw back, she chases after my mouth with a breathy keen.

"Please, Walker..."

The broken plea is all the permission I need. Bracing my weight on powerful forearms, I pull almost fully out before snapping my hips forward in one hard thrust. Naomi cries out, back arching as I start pounding into her with deep, claiming strokes.

Over and over, I thrust into her, relishing every exquisite grip and flutter of her inner muscles. It"s dizzying, drowning in the slick heat of her while she writhes beneath me, breathy moans spilling from those full lips.

I hook one arm under her knee, leveraging her leg higher to really give it to her good. Naomi throws her head back with a shameless moan, small hands scrabbling at my sweat-slicked shoulders as I absolutely rail her into the mattress.

"That"s it, Naomi," I rasp against the curve of her neck. "Let me hear how much you like getting fucked."

She does - loud, guttural cries torn from the depths of her being every time I bottom out inside her. I could get addicted to those moans, like pure sin given voice.

I want more, though. I need to stake my claim, mark her up as thoroughly as she"s indelibly branded herself on my soul from the moment we met. Impulsively, I pull nearly all the way out, denying us both that sublime friction for a few endless beats.

Naomi"s eyes fly open, wide and dazed with unfulfilled lust.

"Don't stop, please..." she pants out, hips chasing mine in silent entreaty.

Instead of obliging her, I abruptly flip us so she"s riding high atop me, legs splayed willingly. I grip her waist hard enough to leave marks as I arch up, driving myself to the hilt inside her once more.

Naomi throws her head back with a guttural moan as I slam up into her. She braces her palms on my chest, using the leverage to grind down and take me even deeper.

"That"s it, sweetheart," I growl in approval, guiding her hips with a firm grip. "Ride this cock just like you need it."

She obliges eagerly, rising up until just the thick tip remains inside, before impaling herself again with a loud moan. Over and over, she bounces on my throbbing cock, those beautiful breasts jiggling with each swing.

I can"t resist any longer. Leaning up, I capture one rosy peak between my lips, sucking hard. Naomi cries out, threading her fingers through my hair to hold me in place as she picks up the pace.

My free hand drifts between her thighs, seeking out that slick little nub. I circle it with light, teasing strokes, grinning against her soft flesh as she whimpers and bucks against me frantically.

"You like that, baby?" I mumble around her nipple.

"Yes!" she keens, movements growing more erratic. "Don"t stop, please..."

I increase the pressure, rubbing tight, insistent circles in time with the harsh snap of her hips against mine. Naomi"s inner walls are fluttering wildly, telltale signs she"s hovering right on the edge.

With a last, dizzying swirl of my fingers, she shatters apart in a broken scream. Her release triggers my own, a blinding eruption of pleasure that leaves me arching up, emptying myself in heavy pulses deep inside her.

For a long moment, we simply cling together, chests heaving and skin slick with sweat. Naomi finally slumps bonelessly forward, tucking her face against my neck as her thighs quiver with aftershocks.

I run a soothing hand up and down her arched spine, pressing a kiss to her damp forehead. Something inside me has permanently shifted, clicking into place with finality. And for the first time in a long while, the thought of that doesn"t have me running for the hills.

We lay tangled together, bodies cooling as our breathing slowly evens out. I trace idle patterns across Naomi"s back, savoring the weight of her draped over me.

"We should talk about what just happened," I murmur after a stretch of comfortable silence.

She lifts her head to meet my gaze, those big doe eyes searching mine.

"I don"t regret it if that"s what you"re asking."

A faint smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth.

"That makes two of us," I brush a stray lock of hair away from her face. "But I"d be lyin" if I said I wasn"t worried about what comes next."

Naomi props herself up on one elbow, drawing the sheet up to cover her modesty.

"I care about you, Walker. A lot more than I probably should after such a short time, if I"m being honest." She chews her lip uncertainly. "But I also know you"re a solitary man who values his independence."

"Maybe that"s how I started out," I admit with a slow nod. "But spending these past few hours with you...well, it"s got me rethinking a few things."

"You really mean that?" She asks, hope blooming across her delicate features at my admission.

Instead of answering directly, I catch her hand and bring it to rest over my hammering heart.

"Way I figure, if a stubborn old cuss like me can still be shaken up this hard, maybe it"s the universe"s way of opening a new door."

Naomi"s beautiful smile is answer enough for me. She leans in, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss that has my blood heating all over again.

Whatever the future holds, I reckon I"m finally ready to open that door and see where it leads.