55 Midnight concerns

I love watching her coming undone. With her pinned against the wall, one of her favorite positions, she kisses me feverishly. I begin to thrust, holding her against the wall, gripping her sweet, supple ass. Her little whines of pleasure escape between our kisses, but I want to hear them louder. I go faster, harder, hearing her volume rise with her rate of breath. "Oh... Brian!" She cries out, gripping my shoulders to steady herself. I take advantage of the moment and swing her around to the bed, making her squeal before she hits the duvet.

I snatch her hands and hold them above her head, taking in the view for a moment as she struggles and gasps before I quiet her protesting noises with a kiss. As her whines turns to moans and groans of pleasure from my thrusts, I release her hands and slide my arm under one of her knees to place it on top of my shoulder.

"Oh my god, Brian." She whimpers and stares wide eyed up at me, taking me in deeper than I normally go.

"Do you like that baby?" I ask and she nods in affirmation.

Grinning, I pick up her other leg and throw it on top of my shoulder making her cry out.

"OH FUCK!" She gasping, "I'm going to cum... to cum.."

I feel the tension building up in her, notice the way she grips my arms. As it starts to build, her nails starting to press into my skin, I pull out and away.

"NO!" She cries out, frustrated at me.

With a chuckle, I motion for her to get up on the bed, "Don't worry baby, I'm going to make you cum."

She huffs, but scoots back up on the bed, "You better."

Her little pout has me laughing as I climb up on all fours to crawl towards her. I give her a little growl as I approach, making her giggle and pull her legs closer to her body.

"Down boy." She instructs me, giggling, wagging a finger at me. I quirk a brow at her and grip her ankles to pull her down to my mouth, so I can feast on her.

"Brian..!? Oh... !" Her words are cut off with a moan as my tongue gets to work. I eat her up like a ravenous wolf, lapping and sucking. Her body twisting and writhing under me, her hands twisting the sheets at her side, her voice getting louder and louder until her hands are gripping my hair tightly, holding my face in place as she rocks her hips against my face.

I pull back from her before she can climax, making her start to whine again.

"Brian!" She cries out, frustrated.

I slide up between her legs and smile down at her, "Yes, my love?" I tease her with my cock at her entrance and she grips my ass with her legs, wrapping them quickly around my waist.

"You're teasing me!" She growls, annoyed, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I suppress the smile that threatens to break through. "Am I?" I ask her, giving her my best clueless look as my cock continues to tease her. She struggles to rock her hips to try and have my cock enter her.

She whines, "Brian, please..."

"Please what, Sarina?" I nuzzle her neck, placing a kiss on it before raising my gaze to meet her eyes, as her hands drop beside her head.

"Please. Make love to me?" Her large, glimmering, lust filled, emotional eyes dilate, as she stares up at me.

My heart pounds in my chest with her request. She's never requested I make love to her before. The pleading in her pained eyes, begging for me... I can't describe this swelling of love in my heart that feels like it's about to burst from my chest.

I entwine my fingers with hers as the atmosphere between us changes, from frustrated lust, to something deeper, serious. Her free hand reaches out for my neck and pulls me down to her lips, her eyes searching mine as she teases my lips.

In unison we whisper, "I love you... " as our lips come together, meeting in a rush but quickly slow into a languid caress.

I rock my hips forward slowly, our eyes open and staring into each others, emotions flowing between us unspoken but still being heard. I felt as if she was seeing into me and I was seeing into her, even as our lips part with her gasp. Her eyes dart down between us to witness me entering her, before returning her gaze to my face.

She feels amazing, she always does, but right now it feels different, more.

I move slowly, savoring the euphoric decadence that I'm feeling, watching her face seeing my reactions mirrored with hers. Her tight walls welcome me in with their wetness, with their eagerness to keep me inside.

Her free hand grip my ass, pulling me closer to her body, as if that alone could mold us into one. I follow her cue though, and thrust harder, holding myself in her for a moment before pulling back.

Her eyes become heavy as her gasps turn into longer moans. Fueled by her sounds, I try to convey everything I feel for her through this moment, through my hands squeezing hers, my kisses on her lips and neck, my eyes still open wide in amazement at how beautiful and amazing she is, through all of me. That I am hers, and she is mine. That I trust her and love her.

"Brian..." She's breathless, her body tight, her voice high pitched, "Brian.." She begs me unable to form words and I feel it building up inside me too.

"I know, Sarina. Me too." I pant out, as her legs begin to tremble and shake.

She begs me with my name and I speed up to meet her, resting my forehead on hers, peaking as her sweet cries of relief flutter through the room. My lips fall on her parted ones, kissing her as my own body feels the surge of me into her.

We're both whimpering from our bodies aftershocks, kissing in between gasps of air. We nuzzle our noses together before I grab the towel and clean us both up. I had planned on making love to her all night, but with how she's struggling to keep her eyes open as she reaches for me to join her on the bed, I make some changes.

I crawl into the bed with her, pulling her close to me. I take in a deep breath, inhaling her scent and kiss her forehead.

"I love you, Sarina." I smile holding her close as she mumbles something back at me. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

Her eyes battle to open as she smiles at me and puckers her lips for a kiss, "I love you too." She mumbles.

Her head drops to the crook of my neck after I give her a kiss. She's passed out in my arms in no time. I watch her sleep, caressing her soft cheek with my fingertips, tracing her features gently. I never really understood these moments in romance movies, until now. Sarina is so precious to me, her every curve and feature. I love the way her smile can brighten up the room, and her laughter is infectious too. I love the way her nose scrunches and wiggles when she's suppressing a smile or blush. The way her canines flash when she's giving me a cocky grin, or the way her eyes light up when she's excited, they are all precious to me.

I don't know how I ever lived without her in my life before. Looking back, I realize that I don't think I was really ever living, but just getting by, going through the motions until she walked through the doors at the hospital.

I've really got to do something nice for Dawn, because if she had not called me that night... Well I'd be in a really awkward situation with Lance and Lirael.

Even if I had met Sarina when I was taking care of her brother, how could I have approached her and asked her out, only to find out I might be the father of Lirael's baby?

I shudder to think that I could have lost her so easily. That's a situation no one wants to find themself in.

I worry about her though. She became so upset that she ended things with me over finding out the trauma she endured from her parents emotional abuse growing up. Sure, she forgave me and came back but that was not a week I would ever want to repeat. I felt lost, absolutely lost. When she's hurting emotionally, she pushes people away, she finds it easier to handle her emotions on her own. However, her emotions still control her until she calms down and she sometimes makes decisions that she regrets or may regret later.

With her brothers death looming on the horizon, I can not help the apprehension that I feel. I hope she knows that I'm here for her and doesn't push me away. I'll do my best when the time comes, but for now, I'm going to just show her how in love with her I am. That I'm not going anywhere.

I place another soft kiss on her forehead. My breath tickles her hair, stirring her enough that she curls up closer to me, still deep in sleep. My chest bounces in silent laughter at the pouty face she makes in her sleep.

"Why are you pouting?" I whisper softly, kissing her brow again. Her face starts to relax again and soon I find myself closing my eyes, holding her close to me.