Chapter 141: Reckless Finishes

He held her steady and began moving into her mouth, hard and fast, all the frustration from the drive home finally finding somewhere to go.

Naomi braced both palms against his thighs. She needed something solid to hold on to before the man fucked her half to death.

He groaned above her. She felt so good.

Her mouth was warm and wet around him, and every little hum she made vibrated through his entire body.

His rhythm became rougher.

The sight was too much. Everything was too much.

Dorian’s body was already beginning to betray him. His thighs tightened. His breathing broke apart. He pulled out before he lost whatever scraps of sanity were left then stumbled back toward the couch and dropped into it. He reached for her instantly. "Come here!" He lifted her and placed her over him.

She positioned herself and slammed down onto him.

They both cried out at the same time. "Fuck!"

Dorian’s head dropped back against the couch.

Her mouth fell open in a long whoosh as she took him fully inside her, her body stretching around him in a way that still somehow felt overwhelming no matter how many times they did this.

Again, no condom. Neither of them even pretended they were going to stop and look for one. At this point, detaching long enough to find protection felt like treason to their bodies.

Naomi moved fast, wild and recklessly.

He grabbed her ass then his palm came down hard.

Naomi gasped and clenched around him.

He slapped her again.

Her hips moved faster, breasts bounced with every movement, her ass striking his thighs as she drove herself down onto him again and again.

Dorian groaned and grabbed both breasts. He squeezed hard before leaning forward and taking one into his mouth. He sucked on her like a starving man.

One breast then the other.

Naomi’s fingers dug into his shoulders. Her rhythm became frantic.

He slapped her ass again. "That’s it, girl!" He gripped her hips and helped drive her down harder. "Fuck me! Fuck me, babe! Fuck yes!"

Her breathing broke. She threw her head back, hair spilling down her back, body trembling over him.

Then she yelled that she was cumming.

His arm locked around her as he stood.

Naomi gasped as he lifted both of them from the sofa, holding her against him as though she weighed absolutely nothing. One hand supported her while the other braced against the headrest behind them.

Then he drove into her again hard.

Naomi cried out and wrapped herself around him.

Whatever rhythm they had managed before disappeared completely.

Dorian buried himself inside her over and over, his breathing rough against her neck as Naomi held on to his shoulders and took everything he gave her.

Neither of them had enough sense left for words. There were only broken sounds, swearing, grunting.

Naomi’s breathless cries.

His low curses.

Her body was already oversensitive from the orgasm still tearing through her, but Dorian kept moving, chasing his own release while dragging her through every last wave of hers.

That was when she felt him tense.

"Oh, fuck..." Dorian buried his face against her neck and swore through his teeth.

The orgasm hit so hard that neither of them could even manage another word.

Dorian eventually lowered them back onto the sofa.

She collapsed against him.

His chest rose heavily beneath her cheek.

As the last waves finally faded, Dorian became painfully aware of the fact that his cum was slowly dripping down between their bodies.

His eyes closed.

Fuck.

Again.

They had somehow reached a stage where using condoms required conscious effort.

He mentally cursed himself.

In his defense, she started it.

He stretched out properly along the sofa and pulled Naomi against him.

Naomi chuckled. "We’ve never had it that good."

"Ah... thought you might say that, but I like our second time better."

Naomi lifted her head. "You’re keeping count?"

"I lost count. But I remember that night," he continued. "It was in your favourite part of the house. And it was the first time we fucked since after Vegas."

Naomi settled her chin against his chest. "I wish I could remember more of Vegas."

His hand moved slowly over her back.

For all the chaos that night had caused, he found himself wanting pieces of it back too. How two strangers had ended up making a decision that neither of them remembered properly, yet somehow had changed both their lives.

"I think we should go back," Dorian said. "After Ginny’s wedding, of course. We should retrace our steps."

Go back to where this whole ridiculous thing started. Find the places. Especially the chapel.

Naomi’s eyelids were already getting heavier. "Yeah, I think we should." she said exhaustion tinging her voice.

"Tonight was fun, Naomi. Not just the sex. The evening with you," Dorian said quietly.

"Hmmm... me too." Her answer was soft and sleepy.

Dorian looked down at her and realized she was already drifting off against his chest. He smiled to himself.

That must have been some fuck.

Naomi’s eyes were barely open now, her breathing already slowing as exhaustion finally caught up with her. he supposed she had earned the right to pass out wherever she pleased.

Carefully, because he wasn’t ready to let her go just yet, Dorian shifted beneath her and turned her onto her side. Naomi made a sleepy sound of protest but settled immediately against him, one arm falling across his waist as though that was simply where it belonged.

Months ago, the thought of someone sleeping this comfortably against him would have irritated the hell out of him.

Now he didn’t want to move.

He brushed a loose strand of hair away from her face and watched her sleep.

His wife.

His accidental, temporary wife.

It took a while after she fell asleep for Dorian’s own eyes to become heavy. Then, so quietly she would never hear him, he whispered, "What have you done to me, Trouble?"

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