Until the End of Time by Nikki Winter Page B

The steady, low pants
filtering from her open mouth told him how close she was. The way her thrusts became
fitful. How her lashes fanned upwards. Every detail spurred him on; made his
strokes harder, his breathing harsher.
    They hadn’t left the bungalow in days aside from the
occasional walk on the beach or a late swim. Other than that, there was really
nothing that could coax them from their haven. Tonight was their last chance to
enjoy all the luxuries in their reach. Tomorrow they would be forced to face
the world again. But what had been lost was restored—which meant their
steps would be a little surer. That they’d found their way back to this, the
satisfaction of a simple touch, humbled him.
      He reared up, lifting his hands so that his fingers interlocked
with hers and her punch-drunk smile caused his lips to curve into their own. It
was also the moment that he had one, crucial thought. Something he’d meditated
on for the last year but wanted more than anything else right now at this very
moment.
    “Io voglio che tu abbia il mio bambino.”
    Nyssa blinked, recognition filtering through some of
the lust in her gaze. She gave a breathless laugh. “I thought we weren’t
supposed to talk about that this week.”
    “We weren’t,” he stated simply. “But I’m breaking my
own rule.” Sansone untangled one of his hands to
slide it beneath her thigh and lift it towards her chest. “Because I don’t care
how we do it, what it takes, I want you to have my baby.”
    She hissed at the change of angles and her shoulders
lifted from the mattress. “Baby…”
    “Yes,” he grunted. “ My baby.”
    She shuddered. “I-I want that so badly.”
    “I know you do. Can feel it every time you come all
over me. You try to drain me.”
    Nyssa nodded, gasping.
    “I want you to do it again and again and again.” He
withdrew and shushed her when she whined, turning her over onto her belly. His
hands took hold of her waist and he spread her legs before reentering her. The
thrust was deep and left him moaning into her shoulder while she fisted the
bedding. “Until you can’t anymore.”
    Her response was muffled and he paid it no mind,
choosing instead to pop his hips against hers. Nyssa’s head snapped back with a
low keen and she moved earnestly, her pussy suckling him in a greedy clasp that
made him bite the inside of his cheek.
    “Fuck, Sansone …”
    “I intend to,” he replied. “As many times as you’ll
allow it.” His eyes narrowed on the dip in her back, the sheen of sweat culling
there. Her tattoo glittered under the light of their bedside lamp and he found
the scripted words to be more than true. With the curl of her smile, she
brought him to his knees. A place he would gladly stay to see her content.
    Sansone’s digits danced
through the lips of her pussy and slipped in the cream gathered there as he
strummed her stiff clit. Her back bowed deeper and her inner muscles cinched
down harder, forcing him to work through the waving tissue. Her sex gave him
his way and behaved under the hammering of his cock. He felt the orgasm coming
before she had the opportunity to heave out his name and rode her into a longer
one. The sight of her spine snaking, shoulders shaking and the low-lidded glare
she lanced him with over her shoulder while her voice warbled through her
climax was more than enough for him. He pinned her to the mattress and buried
himself as deeply as he could, instinct seeing to his need to plant his seed as
far as it would go.
    When he finally stopped trembling, he rolled them to
their sides and huffed, “ Gotta send that oversized
bastard a fruit basket now.”
    Nyssa’s hand groped his hip. “ Gonna ignore the fact that this is the most awkward moment ever to mention your
sibling and suggest that you fill that basket with the finest the local
farmer’s market has to fucking offer and nothing less. You give him exoticism
in which the likes he has neverseen.
You kiss his goddamn ring when