Chapter 45

KNOX

I carryWillow’s soaking wet, naked body to the bed.

I place her down on the bed and trace slippery wet lines down her chest. Over her left breast. Her nipple is tight, hard… I have to taste her skin…

As I dip my mouth down to her, taking her breast into my mouth, my hand hurries down her belly, seeking the warm curve she has to offer.

Willow groans and grabs my wrist.

“Knox, I need you,” she purrs. “Inside me…”

My teeth gently come together and I tug at her nipple.

Willow lets out a small cry as I pull away from her.

I ease from the bed, my feet flat on the floor.

Her damp body in front of me. A feast for my eyes. Her skin prickling - goosebumps - her left leg slightly bent. Her toes curl. She’s excited and nervous at the same time.

I slide my jeans and boxers down, letting my cock jump free from restraint.

I’m thick, hard, pulsing with need.

I’m showing off for Willow - she needs to see what she’s done to me.

Willow reaches for me.

She teases me.

She gently touches, fingertips only.

Running those fingertips down and back up on my cock.

With one hand, my shirt is off and across the room.

I then climb back onto the bed.

My right hand scoops down and around her. I lift Willow with ease, bringing her wet body against mine. I move her up the bed to a more comfortable location.

Her head resting on thick pillows.

I feel the gentle trembling from her inner thighs as she waits for me.

I hesitate to tease. But I’m just… oh, fuck me, I’m taking in this moment too.

A battle begins in my head.

Feelings versus the need to fuck.

I grit my teeth and launch myself forward.

Willow has a second - if that - to catch her breath before I pummel deep into her body.

Her hands grab for the back of my neck.

Then the backs of my shoulders.

The noise she makes will forever be burned into my memory.

A helpless cry. A pleasure-filled cry.

A shocking cry.

I take her all the way.

Nothing to spare between us.

My right hand moves down her back, my knuckles rubbing hard against the covers on the bed.

I grab her ass. I squeeze.

I lift her just a little…

Her hips buck. Her lower back arches.

It’s like I’ve suddenly found more of her to take…

I thrust and grunt.

That’s when Willow’s nails really scratch.

She lets out a yell.

“Knox,” she says. “I’ve never felt it like this before…”

I keep going.

Thrusting, pressing, grinding…

I place my lips at the front of her left shoulder.

I kiss down to her chest.

My mouth moves over her left breast.

This time I’m gentle. Caring. Soft. Slow. Easy.

My tongue swirls around her nipple.

Her nails - those claws of hers - move up into my hair, digging at the back of my head.

I carefully pull away from her left breast and move to her right one.

I need to make sure every part of this beautiful, pregnant woman’s body is well taken care of right now.

That becomes my sole mission in life.

Nothing else matters.

Forget hockey! Forget getting drafted! Forget becoming one of the legendary goalies to ever play the game!

All I want right now is to feel pleasure ripple through Willow’s body.

For some reason I decide to keep kissing down her body…

My back arches. My hands grab for the bed.

Willow’s hands play and pull at my hair.

I’m kissing down her belly as far as I can without sacrificing an inch of my cock pulling out of her body.

I finally lift my mouth from her body and straighten my back.

My hands grab her sides and I hold her.

My eyes once again feast upon her naked body in front of me.

I study the way she looks and moves.

I glance down, admiring my cock moving in and out of her body with ease. My cock glistening - soaked.

The way her stomach ripples with breaths of pleasure.

And her full tits. Dancing for me. Dancing to a song that I’m creating the rhythm for and I don’t know a thing about music.

Willow puts her head back, closing her eyes.

Her back begins to arch.

My right hand can’t help itself as it moves over her left breast.

Moving hard and fast.

I squeeze and grunt.

Willow whimpers and places her hand to mine.

We interlock our fingers somehow, both of us now holding her breast.

“Don’t stop,” Willow groans. “Please don’t fucking stop!”

Her voice gets louder, more serious, and I let a rumble of a growl deep in my throat sound out as I grit my teeth.

Her hips begin to thrust, pumping with purpose, fucking me as I fuck her.

The climatic rush of an ending stirs deep inside me and I know I’m not ready yet. My body might be, fair enough, but I’m not done yet. No fucking way.

I’m going to fuck Willow until she’s done.

I’m going to fuck Willow until she tells me to come.

I’m handing her the keys to this ride.

Let her use me. Let her boss me around.

I don’t know what it means to give up control.

With Willow… all I can say is that I trust her.