she exploded with an orgasm that sent her into another world of light, heat, and pleasure.
Afterward, Cav eased out of her. He kissed her damp hairline, her trembling lips, tasted tears against her velvety cheeks, knowing she was crying with relief, with love for him and what they were about to do. Cav understood how much children meant to Lia. And she was such a damn maternal woman, always nurturing others. A powerful potency swept through him as he lifted her off him, urging her to get to her hands and knees. He was going to enter her from behind, the best way to reach the deepest into a woman, to get closest to her womb. He’d never shown her this position before, and she seemed dazed by the orgasm and unsure of what he was asking of her.
“Trust me?” he rasped, placing her so that he could position himself behind her.
“Always,” she managed, her voice wispy, faraway. “What do I need to do?” she asked.
“Nothing,” he said, moving behind her, skimming his hands down her back, cupping her cheeks, and then easing her thighs wider apart so he could kneel near her dripping, wet entrance. “Just enjoy this, Lia. I’m going to give you a baby . . .”
He eased himself into her heated entrance, gritting his teeth, his hands on her hips to guide her, to allow her the time to adjust to such a position. She gasped as he gently brought his hips forward, flowing deeply into her. He halted, leaning over her, his large body blanketing her small back. He bit her nape and she gasped. She automatically, out of some ancient knowing, thrust her hips up against him, pulling him deeper. He continued to nip at her nape, sending chills of pleasure thrumming through her. All the time, he was moving slowly in and out of her, getting her used to this very ancient way of having sex. She was wildly sensitive to his teeth lightly scraping her neck. And as she began to loosen up and relax, allowing Cav to direct her and begin to please her in new ways, she began to accompany his rhythm, enjoying the different position, which now gave her unexpected, intense new pleasures.
Moving his hands around her, he captured her pebbled nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Simultaneously, he held her in an imprisoned position, giving her stunning sensations. New ones. She cried out, her entire body quivering. Cav knew this was triggering an ancient mating rite that every human knew but rarely engaged in. It was a way for him to go deeper than he could in any other position, and if she wanted to become pregnant, this was the way to accomplish it. Her cries mounted as he squeezed her nipples, knowing it was creating streaks of fire down to her lower body, inciting her, making her start to breathe raggedly, her hips restless and wanting from him. He would never hurt her; he monitored his teeth gripping the flesh of her nape, holding her head up so that she was entrapped by him in every way.
And then, he surged deeply into her.
She cried out.
But it wasn’t from pain. It was the searing pleasure of his being fully seated within her their hips fused that made her cry out. Again, he rocked his hips powerfully against hers, their flesh slapping and wet against one another. She began sobbing and he could feel her starting to come apart on him. Her reaction was primal; she leaned back into him as he thrust forward, giving her even more inner pleasure as he stroked and played with those nerve endings so high within her tight, wet channel. Cav wasn’t surprised that she suddenly climaxed once again, and a low moan, almost more animal than human, tore out of her as he imprisoned her, pumping into her, delivering maximum satiation. She clenched around him again and again as that powerful orgasm undulated through her.
And just as she started to collapse from it, Cav held her more strongly, entrapping her, pumping far into her, releasing himself, feeling the hot spurt of sperm-laden juices flow into her open, receptive body. He kept thrusting
Afterward, Cav eased out of her. He kissed her damp hairline, her trembling lips, tasted tears against her velvety cheeks, knowing she was crying with relief, with love for him and what they were about to do. Cav understood how much children meant to Lia. And she was such a damn maternal woman, always nurturing others. A powerful potency swept through him as he lifted her off him, urging her to get to her hands and knees. He was going to enter her from behind, the best way to reach the deepest into a woman, to get closest to her womb. He’d never shown her this position before, and she seemed dazed by the orgasm and unsure of what he was asking of her.
“Trust me?” he rasped, placing her so that he could position himself behind her.
“Always,” she managed, her voice wispy, faraway. “What do I need to do?” she asked.
“Nothing,” he said, moving behind her, skimming his hands down her back, cupping her cheeks, and then easing her thighs wider apart so he could kneel near her dripping, wet entrance. “Just enjoy this, Lia. I’m going to give you a baby . . .”
He eased himself into her heated entrance, gritting his teeth, his hands on her hips to guide her, to allow her the time to adjust to such a position. She gasped as he gently brought his hips forward, flowing deeply into her. He halted, leaning over her, his large body blanketing her small back. He bit her nape and she gasped. She automatically, out of some ancient knowing, thrust her hips up against him, pulling him deeper. He continued to nip at her nape, sending chills of pleasure thrumming through her. All the time, he was moving slowly in and out of her, getting her used to this very ancient way of having sex. She was wildly sensitive to his teeth lightly scraping her neck. And as she began to loosen up and relax, allowing Cav to direct her and begin to please her in new ways, she began to accompany his rhythm, enjoying the different position, which now gave her unexpected, intense new pleasures.
Moving his hands around her, he captured her pebbled nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Simultaneously, he held her in an imprisoned position, giving her stunning sensations. New ones. She cried out, her entire body quivering. Cav knew this was triggering an ancient mating rite that every human knew but rarely engaged in. It was a way for him to go deeper than he could in any other position, and if she wanted to become pregnant, this was the way to accomplish it. Her cries mounted as he squeezed her nipples, knowing it was creating streaks of fire down to her lower body, inciting her, making her start to breathe raggedly, her hips restless and wanting from him. He would never hurt her; he monitored his teeth gripping the flesh of her nape, holding her head up so that she was entrapped by him in every way.
And then, he surged deeply into her.
She cried out.
But it wasn’t from pain. It was the searing pleasure of his being fully seated within her their hips fused that made her cry out. Again, he rocked his hips powerfully against hers, their flesh slapping and wet against one another. She began sobbing and he could feel her starting to come apart on him. Her reaction was primal; she leaned back into him as he thrust forward, giving her even more inner pleasure as he stroked and played with those nerve endings so high within her tight, wet channel. Cav wasn’t surprised that she suddenly climaxed once again, and a low moan, almost more animal than human, tore out of her as he imprisoned her, pumping into her, delivering maximum satiation. She clenched around him again and again as that powerful orgasm undulated through her.
And just as she started to collapse from it, Cav held her more strongly, entrapping her, pumping far into her, releasing himself, feeling the hot spurt of sperm-laden juices flow into her open, receptive body. He kept thrusting
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