Page 25 of Hammer’s Fall

“Wait.” He shifted her up his body and eased her to sit on his belly, “We forgot something.” He reached over and opened the drawer on the bedside table. “I’m clean but I haven’t got the results to show you handy. And I want to make sure you’re protected. We can get tested together later and find a good doc for you to get birth control, if you want it. In the meantime, these will do.” He pulled a string of condoms from the drawer and ripped one off, dropping the rest of the string on the bed beside him.

Camila was clean, as he put it—she knew she was but she didn’t have any paperwork either. How could she have anything if she’d never done this before? But she didn’t want him to stop so she said nothing. Hammer reached around her and donned the condom, then put his hands back on her hips.

“All right, cariño, come down her and kiss me again.” He lifted his torso to meet her halfway. She lifted her hips and felt his hand between them as he positioned himself at her opening. His fingers brushed against her, sending a jolt of pleasure through her and a gush of moisture to her core.

Not knowing any other way, and hoping Hammer wouldn’t notice, she moved back and forth over the tip of his erection a few times. She worked the tip just into her opening before easing away and doing it again as she built up her nerve. Then in one swift move, she dropped herself down over his cock, letting her weight and the moisture she’d worked over him push him past the barrier of her innocence. She managed to keep from crying out but she hadn’t been able to stop the way her whole body had tensed as she pushed him past the thin membrane. She hoped he hadn’t noticed, but the way his hands froze on her waist holding her still told her that was unlikely. Not that she was ready to move again. She needed just a moment.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why didn’t you say something? I could have made it easier for you.”

She met his gaze, hoping her nerve would hold out.

“You’re that one that said you like a little sting with your pleasure.” Unable to keep eye contact, she looked away. “Besides. I was afraid you would stop if you knew, and I want this. I want you.” She watched him from the corner of her eye, waiting for a reaction but also acutely aware of his cock filling her and seeming to twitch and throb every few seconds.

Time seemed to drag on before Hammer finally spoke.

“You’re sure?”

“Does this feel like I’m not sure?” she lifted her hips a few inches then let herself settle back over him, moving his thick erection inside her. Camila closed her eyes as all the new sensations flooded her system.

“You like that, don’t you?” He gripped her hips and lifted her again, only to lower her back into place. He started slowly then increased his speed. It didn’t take Camila long to catch the rhythm. When she was moving on her own, Hammer’s grip loosened. After a few more strokes, he smoothed them up her torso to cup and knead her breasts.

Heat flooded her body. Her mind when hazy. Her muscles tensed, then clenched as pleasure washed over her. One nipple stung. Her vision went white as her body spasmed. Camila heard screaming but she was so lost in what was happening, in the new, wonderful feelings rushing through her body that she didn’t realize it was her own voice.

As the pleasure receded and her whole body seemed to go limp, Hammer growled, caught her against his chest and rolled them both until she lay looking up at him.

“Let’s see if I can get you to do that again.” He buried his face against her neck as he set a punishing pace, thrusting hard enough her boobs bounced with every thrust. She wrapped her legs around his hips, took hold of his wrists, and just held on. She didn’t know what he was doing to her, only that she liked it and her body ached for more. “Are you getting close?”

“I don’t know.” Her words were little more than a breathy gasp.

“I got you.” He lifted one hand from beside her head. She released his hold on his wrist, and he trailed his fingertips along her skin. He teased her taut nipple, making her gasp. His hands trailed farther down her body, even as he maintained the steady rhythm of his thrusts. He slipped his hand between them and found her clit. It only took a couple flicks across that sensitive nub for her body to take over again. Her free hand fisted into the bedding beside her while her other clamped around his wrist. Her back bowed and her toes curled. Waves of pleasure seemed to wash over her. The taut tips of her breasts brushed against his chest, sending her deeper into the depths of sensation.

Camila’s body slowly relaxed. After a while she realized that not only was Hammer no longer moving, but he’d rolled onto his back and taken her with him. She had no idea how long they’d been laying like this, with her sprawled across his chest, before she’d realized it.

“My name’s Adrian. Call me Adrian.” Hammer said, breaking the silence.

“Adrian?” She repeated, lifting her head to look him in the face.

Hammer nodded. “I like hearing you say it.” He fell quiet for several seconds, then he spoke again. “It’s been so long since anyone used it, I was half afraid it would feel wrong. But I’m starting to think It wouldn’t matter what you’re calling me, as long as you’re talking to me.”

“You think so?” She watched him, remembering several cutting comments Papá had made over the last few years. Especially the ones about her talking too much and not listening nearly enough.

“Yeah, cariño, I think so.” A crease formed between his brows. “But don’t think me liking to hear you say my name is going to get you out of trouble.”

“Trouble?” How had she screwed this up this time?

“Whoa—hold up a second.” Hammer’s—no, he’d told her to call him Adrian—arms tightened around her, as if he was afraid she would try to flee. Her mind fuzzed and for a moment she couldn’t think.

“Cariño, are you okay?” Concern was clear in Adrian’s voice, pulling her back from the dark place her mind had retreated to. She blinked several times, watching him for sudden movements or any sign he would turn on her and do something like whip her, the way Papá did.

“There you are.” The corners of his mouth turned up. “Where did you go?”

“You said I’m in trouble. That word is ... hard for me.”

Hammer scowled. “The bruises. Your father did that?”