Free A Xmas Gift: The Sperm Donor by Aphrodite Hunt

depths. She finds herself responding as only a warm-blooded woman can. His hands grope her arms, her forearms, her breasts still encased in her bra.
    She should really stop him before he gets too far.
    Before he does anything he will regret.
    “Justin?” She tries to push him away, but she’s helpless to move him. He’s a big, strapping man more than twice her weight. It occurs to her how fragile she really is.
    “Elise,” he murmurs against her mouth, and she has no doubt that it’s her he wants.
    But does she want him? Does she want him to do this when he’s probably half-conscious, more motivated by vulnerability and need than any real desire of her?
    “Justin, wake up, please.”
    He pauses, his hands still on her shoulders.
    “Elise?”
    She can feel his ragged breath against her cheek.
    “Justin, what are you doing?”
    He freezes. “I’m sorry.”
    “No. Don’t be.” She can’t quite believe she is saying this, but right now, she wants him badly. So badly that it’s literally a visceral clenching in her core. “I just wanted to be sure that you knew . . . what you were doing.”
    She knows that he’s in a bad place right now. He’s filled with emotional need – a hollowness in his soul that begs to be stoppered before it expands any further. He’s confused and needy and pretty much a mess right now. She doesn’t want to take advantage of him, and yet the selfish ‘Id’ part of her wants to.
    He strokes her arm gently in the dark.
    “I want to,” he says hesitantly, “if you want me to.”
    She’s not made of stone. And her entire body is responding to him. Gravitating towards him, earnestly yearning for him to part her legs and put his cock where it belongs – inside her.
    She waits for a long while – until the cobwebs in her brain are swept away by the tide of molten desire – and whispers, “Yes.”
    “I don’t have a condom on me.”
    “There’s no need.” She clutches at him. “You can do a direct deposit.”
    She can hear the sharp intake of his breath. He has almost forgotten the contract.
    “Are you sure?” His voice wavers.
    “Yes.”
    He waits just a moment before lowering his mouth onto hers to kiss her again. This time, his urgency is palpable. His hands stray beneath her body to unclasp her bra, and she shifts a little to help him. As soon as her breasts are free, he grabs them in his large hands.
    “God, I miss these,” he whispers in the dark.
    They are operating on tactile sense alone, and somehow, that is even more exhilarating. He plumps her right breast and circles her upright nipple with his mouth. He sucks and sucks with such vigor that she can feel her womb contract with each pull. Her toes are curling all the way down in her extremities. She gasps and claws his hair.
    Don’t stop.
    At the same time, his other hand brushes down her midline. Sensuously down, down, down the smooth expanse of her belly, to stop at her panty line. She knows what he wants. He starts to rip her panties off. She raises her hips to help him. Her long legs kick them off the side of the bed, and she’s naked to his need.
    In the dark, somehow, he has taken off his underwear as well. They are both naked. She can feel his long, smooth cock – diamond hard against her thigh. Oh, how she longs to enclose her lips around it. To suck him off like she used to. But she senses his omnipresent need to be inside her. He is almost shivering with desire.
    “Elise,” he whispers, kissing her neck even as he spreads her thighs.
    She can feel his cock straining against her opening. She is already so moist down there, wet with anticipation for him. How long has it been for her? She can’t even count the months that have gone by since she last had someone in her bed.
    Oh, her need. Her need for him is so great. She realizes that she wants only him and there’s no other man she would rather have here beside her.
    Abigail was right to fear their union.
    He seems to pause for permission, and