August Heat by Lora Leigh

breath.
    When he had the
device firmly, deeply, embedded within her, he began to move. Oh God. It was
too much. He pushed her legs back, coming over her, bracing his arms at her
side as he stared into her eyes.
    “Now.” He pulled
back, his cock nearly sliding free of her snug anus before he pushed back in a
long, smooth stroke that had stars flashing in front of her eyes.
    The dildo buried
in her pussy moved with each thrust. Slow, shallow strokes that caressed nerves
rarely exposed to such sensation, rarely stretched in just such a way. Her head
tossed. Her muscles tightening on him as he groaned in pleasure and lost the
last bit of control. She loved it when he exploded in just that manner.
    He began to fuck
her in earnest then. Each hard thrust inside her anus, each rasping of the
dildo up her pussy pushed her higher, turned her into a creature of sensation,
hungering, craving each second of the countdown to ecstasy. And he was driving
her to it. Hard, blistering thrusts up her ass that kept her poised on that
edge of pleasure, of pain, left them both gasping, moaning, desperate.
    Her pussy rippled
and she knew he felt it in the desperately stretched tunnel he was powering
into. Over and over. Fierce, desperate thrusts as she felt her body tighten,
her womb clench, her pussy spasm.
    “Now.” She tried
to scream as she strained against her bonds, feeling her orgasm building,
surging…destroying.
    Unconsciously, the
muscles of her anus clamped harder on his thrusting cock, her pussy clenching
on the dildo as every nerve ending in her body exploded. Seconds later, she
cried out again as she heard Sam’s ragged groan, felt his cock throb, expand,
then the hard, heated jets of his semen blasting into her anus, triggering
another, deeper orgasm and taking her breath along with it.
    “Love you. Love
you. Oh God, baby. How I love you.” Sam collapsed against her, raining kisses
over her face, her lips, as his body jerked, trembled, his own release rippling
through each muscle and tendon.
    Heather fought to
catch her breath, but the aftershocks of the orgasm stole it each time. She
shuddered beneath him, her own voice husky, ragged, as emotion rushed through
her.
    “I love you, Sam.”
Tears dampened her cheeks, wet her lips. “I love you so much. But I need our
own home.” The dam had broken inside her. “I need our own family, our own
babies. Dammit, I want my own picture over my own fireplace.”
    She was sobbing
now, barely aware of him pulling free of her, removing the dildo and gathering
her gently in his arms as he released her bonds.
    “I want it all,”
she cried into his chest. “I want all of you.”
    She would never
regret the time she had spent with his brothers, the sexual escapades, or the
wildly erotic knowledge that she could have one or all, whenever it pleased
her. No recriminations. No guilt. But she no longer wanted that. Had never
truly wanted it for longer than it had lasted. She had what she wanted, what
she needed, right now in her arms.
    “Shh, baby.” His
lips stroked over her cheek. “It was always yours, Heather. Always. All you had
to do, baby, was tell me. All I needed was to know.”
    “But you needed
your brothers.” She shook her head, hating her own tears. “You needed that
bond.”
    “Heather.” He
pulled her head back and she was amazed at the depth of emotion she saw in his
gaze. “This, with you, is all I’ve ever really needed. Without this, no bond on
earth could save me, baby. My soul would wither away and die. You saved me,
Heather. I’m so sorry you didn’t feel you could come to me. Didn’t feel you
could trust me with your dream. The wounds healed slowly, baby, but you healed
them. I’m all yours. Always.”
    The truth of his
words glistened in his eyes, in the single tear that tracked down his cheek.
    “Our own home,” he
whispered then. “Our own picture over our own fireplace.” He placed his hand on
her abdomen. “Our own baby.” His voice lowered,