Title: Still Got It
Genre: Romance/Humor? (I can never tell if I'm funny or not)
Rating: M (for sexy times)
Pairing: Bella/Paul
Words: 600
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Prompt: "Fuck you. I was worth it."
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Still Got It
I heard her humming off-key as she brushed her teeth and washed her face, the rustle of fabric letting me know that she was changing into one of my t-shirts to get ready for bed. I couldn't stop my smile as she drifted into the living room, her nose in a book as she twirled a lock of her hair around her finger. If I tilted my head and squinted I could swear she was eighteen again.
My long-buried wolf let out a growl, and I couldn't pass up this chance to claim my gorgeous mate. She let out a squeal when I stood and scooped her up, holding those long, shapely legs firmly in my grasp as she clutched at my shoulder in surprise.
"Paul! What are you doing? Your back!" she squealed, and my traitorous muscles chose that precise moment to lock up on me. Fuck. No, I could handle this. I may not be as young as I used to be, but I was Paul fucking Lahote. Nothing came between me and sex with my woman.
"Duck your head," I warned her as I carried her purposely toward the bedroom, ignoring the stubborn pain in my lower back. Her hips were even with my shoulders, so she had to nearly fold herself over me to fit through the low doorway.
"Paul!" she whispered harshly. "What about the kids?"
I laughed as I lowered her to the bed and turned back to the door, making a dramatic show of turning the lock. "What kids?"
Her eyes watched me carefully as I pulled off my shirt, trying to hide my wince as the fabric covered my face. I could do this.
She rose up on her knees and reached for me as I stalked toward the bed, opening my pants as I went. She licked her lips as she pulled out my cock and leaned over to swipe her tongue over the leaking tip. I tried to keep my groan quiet but she was smirking as she pulled away, so I must not have been very successful.
My back was throbbing as I crawled over her, pushing her back on the bed, and I knew I needed to come up with a solution. Rolling flat on my back, I planted my feet on the mattress and found temporary relief. "Come up here, babe," I told her, using my sexy bedroom voice. "I want you to ride me."
She giggled as she slipped off her shirt and panties, making me smile as she twirled the pink fabric around on her finger. My laughter drifted into a moan as she climbed up and sank down on me, riding me just like I asked her.
I lost myself in the feelings as she moved above me, her breasts bouncing and hair sweeping across my thighs as she arched her back. I knew just how to touch her to make her fall apart, and it didn't take me long to follow. My endurance wasn't what it used to be.
She collapsed on my chest after we finished and my groan that time was more painful than pleasant. "You hurt your back when you picked me up, didn't you?" She cocked that eyebrow that she used to let me know that she knew everything.
I gave a dramatic sigh and told her, "Yes, I think you might need to lay off the chocolate chunk ice cream, babe."
I moaned again as I tried to dodge her slapping hands, disappointed when I slipped from her moist body. "Oh, fuck you, Paul. I was worth it."